Sandy's POV
"What do we—"
The heavy door groaned open before Paul could finish asking how we might escape this nightmare.
Harsh light flooded the room, making me squeeze my eyes shut. I tried lifting my hand to shield my face, but the silver chains bit deeper into my wrists with every movement.
"Look who decided to join the land of the living." A gravelly voice sneered.
I forced my eyes open despite the burning sensation. The doorway framed a massive figure stepping inside, two equally intimidating men trailing behind him.
"So, little wolves, ready for your bottles or should we skip straight to the main event?" His laughter sent chills down my spine.
I clenched my jaw but stayed quiet. Experience had taught me that mouthing off to captors only made things worse. Some lessons you learn once and never forget.
"I'm going to enjoy ripping your throat out." Fred snarled, completely ignoring the warning in both Paul's and my silence.
