His smile was unsettling, almost gentle, yet had something dark all over. The way he looked at her while he strolled in, balancing a silver tray with breakfast in his hand, made Kira's stomach twist. If there was anything she hated the most, it was the look in his eyes and that smile.
Kira sat propped up against the headboard of the bed she had woken up on, her wrists and ankles tightly tied with ropes. She was forced into a seated position with the way she was tied. She squirmed in place, trying to see if there was a way to break free.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, forcing herself to remain calm. "Let me go. Let me go right now."
Dave chuckled as he moved closer to her. "Now, now, my sweet," he said in a sickly sweet tone. "I went through all this trouble to make you comfortable.
