Abraham’s laughter wasn’t the kind of joyful, carefree sound you might expect. It was cold, dark, like someone who thought they had the upper hand in a situation. It was the laugh of a man who believed he had everything under control, who thought he could do whatever he wanted. To him, Sienna was just a small, helpless bird trapped in a cage. She was powerless, trapped, with no way out.
But as Abraham moved closer, Sienna could feel her head spinning. It wasn’t just from fear—it was as if her body was betraying her. She was losing control, her body responding in ways she didn’t understand. The heat building inside her seemed to intensify with every second.
Just as Abraham reached out to grab her, a cold, sharp voice broke through the tension, cutting through the thick air like a knife.
