Brenda’s POV
My legs pressed against the cold concrete floor as I was pushed into the dimly lit room. With my heart thumping in my chest, I slipped, but quickly stopped myself. It was difficult for me to maintain my composure. My arms and legs were bruised from being pulled, and my entire body hurt.
"Get up."
The voice, harsh and icy, came from the darkness. Lorenzo was the one. He moved forward, observing me with piercing eyes like a predator assessing its victim.
With shaky knees, I stood slowly. "What are you looking for from me?"
He smiled, but not in a nice way. He seemed to take pleasure in my terror, which was cruel.
With a suave, almost playful voice, he stated, "I want you to understand that there's no way out." Brenda, you're in my hands now. I also have no intention of let
