Heaven's POV
The room was quiet now. The moaning and the fucking sound was gone. There was now smell, just the smell of sweat and sex.
I wasn't excluded, I smelled like spoiled coffee and of sweat. My lips were salty from the taste of tears and face was squeezed from dried tears.
I was still tied to the wooden chair. My body hurt everywhere from being in the same position for too long.
The ropes had dug deeply into my skin, it was so deep that I could not feel my hands anymore because blood had stopped flowing through it.
My shoulders ached but the pain in my body was not to be compared to the one I felt in my chest.
I looked from my knees to the bed where my four mates and my so-called supposed-to-be former best friend of mine were tangled.
Honestly, they looked tired from all the exercise they had done for hours, but they also looked so happy.
