Katherine’s entire body trembled as the final blow shattered the lock. The door creaked open with a low groan, revealing the figure she feared was there all along. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly raised her eyes, her stomach twisting into knots.
The man who entered was nothing short of terrifying.
He was tall, bulky, and covered head to toe in tattoos—snakes curled around his neck, skulls inked across his arms, and a black tear under his eye that sent chills racing down her spine. He looked like a nightmare come to life, a walking warning sign of violence and chaos. His boots were heavy against the floor as he stepped forward, his lips curling into a twisted smile.
“Ding dong, b***h,” he sneered, raising his gun and pointing it directly at her chest.
Katherine froze.
Her
