OLIVIA POV
The sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, faint at first but growing louder with each step. My pulse quickened. I froze, my breathing shallow as I strained to listen.
Hurry, Olivia. Just a little more.
The footsteps stopped, and I heard the faint creak of the door as it began to open.
Not yet. Not yet.
I pushed my toes forward, brushing against the jagged shard on the floor. My muscles burned as I stretched further, hooking it with the tips of my toes. Slowly, carefully, I pulled it closer.
The door swung open, and I snapped my head up. Another man stood there, his frame filling the doorway, a cruel smirk twisting his features. His dark eyes scanned me like a predator sizing up his prey.
It felt like he was superior to the first bald man that walked in earlier with
