Danielle POV
I gag, hands twitching weakly at my sides, trying to reach up, trying to push back. But there’s no strength left. My fingers curl uselessly against the carpet. My ribs scream with every breath I can’t take. Panic rushes in, but my body can’t move fast enough to match it.
“You made me wait,” Sam whispers, eyes locked on mine. “You made me watch while you played house with him. Smiling and touching him like he earned it. Like he was worthy of what was mine.”
The bat digs deeper into my throat. My vision sparks white. I taste metal. My feet kick, but they don’t land anywhere.
“You think he’s going to save you now?” he asks, voice cracking with fury and something darker, something possessive and filthy. “You think he’d still want you after I’m done?”
He leans closer. I feel h
