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Focusing on lance around the room and don’t see any doors, but there are so many shadows in the corners that I can only assume a door is within one of those dark areas It’s not theI don’t knohat else is there

I realize, maybe by instinct, I’m not alone in this room That’s when two men step out of the shadows, but only one approaches me I don’t know him But the fact that I can see his dark eyes, thin face with defined cheekbones, and narrow chin worrieshis identity—o

Regardless, I study his appearance, taking note of his height Gosh, he’s tall—h; this guy is beefy and allout He’s dressed in a black T-shirt and black jeans and both are tight against his thick fraarners ainst the cement floor His calmness worries me A lot

When he stops in front of me, I don’t even feel like a person The cold way his dark eyes regard , there for him to manipulate in the ways that suit him

He takes the final step to reach me, and ainst the chair to get away fro to, he thrusts his hand into ainst ers acrossmy blood on my cheek and neck

My sto my head from side to side before he steps back, clearly pleased by his work

Then, still silent, he moves back to the other man and returns with a piece of paper He places it onto my knees

I look down, fighting htens like a steel rod, and I snap my focus back onto my captor “What is this? Who are you? What do you want?”

The only response I get frorin, and the way his lifeless eyes fill with lust makes me stuff all uy can’t ever reach Because this,he enjoys

That’s when I realize who I’ at The uy is behind wanting uy who’s responsible, I don’t doubtKiller! at ot no soul in them

“I’ to read what’s written here,” I tell him very sternly

He widens his stance, thrusting his hands into his pockets, eyebrows drawn “I’ to read what’s written there,” he says in a thick Russian accent “Do you understand?”

I glance down at the paper and again read what’s written out for me to say Ryder will see this video Maybe even e, but my parents never raised me to crumble under cruelty “There’s no way—”

There’s a flash of so in my peripheral vision, and then my breath traps in ainst my forehead

His voice is lower now, chillier “Do You Understand?”