Camila
The urge to resist surges through me, my body coiled like a spring, yearning to erupt with every uncertain step I take. Don’t fight yet. I need to orient myself before I make a move. I know I’m outnumbered. Patience is my only ally.
"Inside," one of the men grunts, pushing his hand against my back. A forceful shove sends me stumbling forward. I regain my balance and spin around to confront them—there's a click. I freeze, imagining the barrel of a gun aimed at my chest. They’re going to shoot me. I’m dead. Oh s**t.
My breath rushes out in a frantic stream, my ears straining to catch any hint of what Asher’s men might be planning.
Silence greets me.
That wasn’t a gun c*****g. It was the door closing!
Ripping off the blindfold, I find myself alone in a bedroom. Despite its size,
