Braelyn's POV
My screams tore through my throat until they came out raw and broken with unrecognisable sounds that were more air than sound. My chest burned, my lungs aching as if they were collapsing in on themselves, but I didn't stop. Fear had swallowed everything else, including pride and reason, leaving only the desperate need to get away from him.
Raphael kept walking as if none of it mattered. His grip on me remained firm, like I was something he owned rather than someone trying to escape him. Each step he took brought us closer to the car, and the sight of the black Bentley waiting ahead made my stomach twist violently.
"Raphael, please…" My voice cracked under the weight of panic. "Please don't do this…" I pleaded through snort.
