Genevieve:
"You know what we want?" Emre hissed, circling around to the other side of the living room, where the laundry room was located. He grabbed a mop and thrust it into my hand as he returned.
"Clean the damn house. That's what I want. I'm not sure about the others," he shrugged nonchalantly, leaving me feeling infuriated and helpless.
"Bold of you to assume that I would listen to you!" I yelled out in frustration, dropping the mop to the ground. Despite being trapped, I knew that they couldn't kill me because then they wouldn't receive the money they were after.
"I remind you that you cannot kill me," I declared, determined to stand up to them even if it meant annoying them.
"We can still hurt you," Bellamy threatened, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest.
"Go ahead, try
