Heather screamed when the bullet pierced her left arm falling to her knees, her eyes still shot tightly closed. Then it dawned on her. Marcus wanted to t*****e her first. She pressed her hand against the wound to keep pressure on it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head from pain.
He was definitely going to kill her but first he'd t*****e her. The gates to her cell opened and she looked up to see Marcus standing over her. No emotions in his dark eyes and it scared her when he bent down and held a fist full of her hair.
“I should have killed you when I had the chance” He said into her ear reopening the old wound.
He pushed her back down, running his hand through the curly locks he'd started growing out, having an internal battle with himself.
Heather should try to fight him. F
