Chapter 2: Mate
When Autumn’s eyelids fluttered open, her head was pounding like a drum at a shitty tavern.
Blinking against the haze, she took in her surroundings and immediately ... "What the actual fuck?"
Her gaze jerked downward, taking in the frilly, soft pink nightmare.
Ruffles? Ruffles, for fuck’s sake?
Her legs were tied to the legs of a chair, her arms bound tightly behind her back.Her silver blonde hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders.
She was dressed in... a dress? A pretty one at that.
"The hell...the hell...?"
A soft breeze made her glance up
And her gaze froze.
There was a cake in front of her. A whole damn cake, with a single candle flickering, the frosting spelling out ’ 18’ for some reason.
Her stomach twisted. "Eighteen?" Damn right...it was supposed to be her birthday. She hadn’t celebrated a birthday since... since forever.