~Hazel~
Just when I thought the nightmare couldn’t get worse, Asher proved me wrong.
“Playtime’s over, suckers.” His voice was cold, void of any emotion, as his finger tightened on the trigger. The gunshot rang out, the loud crack splitting the tense air.
Tyler screamed, a pained sound, and I saw him crumple in the chair, his legs soaked in crimson as the blood poured out in a horrifying gush.
“No!” I screamed, my body moving instinctively toward him, my hands shaking as I tried to stop the bleeding. I pressed my palms hard against his thigh, my fingers slipping in the blood, my breath coming in frantic gasps.
Tyler’s groans were weak, the life draining from him as I desperately tried to apply pressure.
But then, a firm grip on my arm yanked me away. I spun around, only to find Ashe
