*Mature Content (18+)
Continued from chapter 27.
Theo grasped Mary's chin and forced her to look at him. Blood smeared on her face from his hand, making the pungent smell even stronger. “How did you get the combination?”
Mary took a shaky breath and wriggled in his grasp. There wasn't much she could do, fear had frozen her mind, so it took her some time to realize what he was asking.
“I saw it when you carried me out of here… when you brought the other man back.” Her gaze moved to the man on the table and a whimper escaped her dry lips. “This is what you do to them?”
“Not what you imagined?” Theo's tone was calm but mocking in a way.
She closed her eyes and willed the image away. She didn’t know what she had imagined. Maybe she had pictured him like a mob guy, throwing some questions
