Alina’s POV
“Argh... my head... fucker!” Chloe grumbled as she came out of her debilitated state and tried to reach her hands up to her face but failed when the rope attached to the radiator restricted her.
“Are you okay?” Her right cheek was turning a nasty shade of purple and green, and her skin was swollen above her cheekbone.
“The more important question is, are you alright? I was sure they were about to kill you,” her eyes scanned my bruised body for any serious harm.
“I’m fine. They didn’t really do anything but take a video of me,” I lied, not wanting to cause her any more distress than necessary. “Chlo, listen. I have a plan and I need you to get on board because it’s the only one I’ve got.”
She nodded eagerly and I pulled out the fracture of broken glass from my dress with a
