Chapter 8 Morning hour's Y/N's P.O.V I woke up alone, naked and disoriented. The room was unfamiliar, and a wave of unease washed over me. I tried to get up, intending to go to the bathroom, but my legs gave way, and I fell to the floor. "Damn it," I hissed, a sharp pain shooting through my body. Memories of the night before flooded back, and a shiver ran down my spine. He'd been... relentless. I tried to push myself up again, but every muscle screamed in protest. The door opened, and he walked in. A wave of panic washed over me, and I instinctively tried to scramble away, but even my back throbbed with pain. "Don't touch me," I whispered, my voice trembling as he approached.