The video spread through the city like wildfire, each view adding fuel to the flames of scandal.
Though her face had been digitally obscured in the footage, the images themselves were enough to make anyone's blood run cold. Grace lay like a discarded ragdoll on the filthy floor of that derelict factory, abandoned to the dust and shadows that swallowed her whole.
Yet she clung to survival with animal desperation, her teeth gritted against the pain that consumed her. Barefoot and bleeding, she dragged her broken body through the maze of rusted machinery. Each agonizing movement was a silent promise carved into her soul.
'I'll make him pay.'
Inside, she fed the rage festering in her chest, watering it with every ragged breath that tore through her lungs. She swore that if she escaped this
