MARIA’S POV
As the grip around my throat tightened, cutting off my air supply, I felt my hope crumbling really fast.
The grip was firm, squeezing the life from my body, I couldn't help but resign myself to the grim reality of my situation. It was the end—a brutal, merciless conclusion to a nightmare I had never imagined facing.
In that quick moment of clarity, I realized the futility of any hope for escape. Even if I somehow managed to break free from the clutches of the man holding me down—a feat I knew to be impossible given his iron grip—what chance did I stand against the other two masked lurking nearby, waiting to strike at a moment's notice?
They both were standing there and gently waiting for this man to finish the job before they all left together.
The odds were stacked agains
