I feel the ropes around my wrists and ankles slacken. I rub my wrists but that makes them hurt more. The ropes had cut into my skin and tiny specks of blood were forming on my bare flesh. When I looked up I was staring into a pair of bright green eyes. In the dim light they still sparkled like freshly polished emeralds. I reluctantly took my eyes from his and searched his face. His hair was dark and it fell around his head effortlessly. His lips were soft, pink and full. I then went back to those gorgeous eyes of his.

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