Vicky stirred awake, the familiar beep of the heart monitor waking her up. This was the third time that Vicky had woken up after finding herself under the captivity of the guys she knew were her sister’s hired thugs. The first time she woke up to find herself trapped in the hospital room, Vicky had cried out, her tears flowing out as she pleaded with her guard to let her go.
The guard had only smirked at her and kept quiet. No matter how much Vicky cried out, the most he did was smile at her. The second time Vicky woke up, her hands were strapped to the table, fear gripped her heart. She pleaded again with the guard. This time he didn’t even smile. He just looked at her with an impassive gaze. Panic surged within Vicky’s heart when she saw his gaze.
“Am I going to die?” She thought, he
