“We live online?” “Yeah.” A sharp pain in her nipple made her cry out as someone’s mouth covered it. “No!” she tried to push them away, struggling, and someone slapped her hard, making her head spin faster. But thankfully whoever it was left her alone. “Upload the feed. He’s going to come once he sees this.” Someone spoke, and she knew she needed to focus on the words to understand what was happening, but it felt slow like she was trying to walk through sludge. Where was she? What bed was this? Who was coming? Him. He was coming.
