Mariya
Bloodcurdling pain yanks me out of the dark. I shake my head, trying to make out my surroundings through blurring vision. The accident and attack flood my mind, sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins.
I find myself slumped on a chair, my wrists cuffed behind
They're so sure of themselves, they didn't even bother
me.
tying my legs.
Take the win. You need it.
Moving into a more comfortable position causes my entire chest to be engulfed in an inferno of pain. "Jesus," I whimper.
Let's hope it's only broken ribs, and you're not bleeding
out internally.
A metal door creeks open, and two men come in. When
they notice I'm conscious, they laugh.
The one comes to stand in front of me. Glaring up at him, I ask, "Who are you?"
"Names don't matter." His accent is thick.
I shake my head and chuckle, "Come on. I at least want to know who I'm going to kill." When he only stares me down, I
ask, "Why did you take me? What do you want?"
His upper lip curls as he sneers, "I only want your body parts which I'll send one by fucking one to your husband."
No negotiation. I don't have time.