LYLA
I never thought a time would exist where I'd beg for death so desperately. Yet here I was… pleading for it.
Anything would be better than this.
I'd spent about seventeen hours in this hellhole, but it felt like I'd been suffering for ages.
Darrin was ruthless. He would torture me till I reached breaking point, and just when I thought I could endure the agony no longer and death seemed near, he would stop and allow me to rest.
The men who had left earlier to track down Troy and Maxim's son had returned empty-handed. Now, they waited for Christina's call.
Maxim had been gawking at me for a while, like at any moment, he'd grab me, bolt, call Troy, and tell him he had me, demanding he hand him back his son.
If manifestations worked, the thought would've manifested into reality a
