Christine's POV
The voice woke me before my own thoughts could. Low, smooth, and commanding, it cut through the silence of the room like a hot knife through butter.
"Good morning, tesoro," it purred, each syllable dripping with amusement.
I froze, the remnants of my restless sleep slipping away as my mind scrambled to process what was happening. Then, reality set in—the chip. The damn chip.
“Leave me alone,” I mumbled, my voice hoarse. I shut my eyes tightly, willing the world to disappear, but the voice chuckled in response.
“You can ignore me,” it said, calm and unbothered, “but I’ll have to warn you. If you don’t do as I say, another raid will come. And this time, my dear, you might not be so lucky.”
My heart dropped. Images from the previous attack flashed before my eye
