I curled into myself as much as I could, wrists still bound, the remains of the ridiculous fishtail costume trapping me in place. My face burned with humiliation, but I refused to show him fear.
"When did you take up fish filleting as a hobby, Mr. Ferguson?" I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is this part of your grand plan to—"
Before I could finish, he slammed the knife into the bed, the blade piercing through the fabric and pinning the tail in place.
I froze, my breath catching as panic surged.
When the expected pain didn’t come, I slowly opened my eyes. The knife stood firm in the mattress, the fishtail trapped beneath it.
I yanked at the fabric, trying to free myself, but it wouldn’t budge. Frustration bubbled in my chest, but his expression didn’t waver—co
