The car's interior was dimly lit, and Charlotte hadn't yet grasped what was happening when she was bound hand and foot, a cloth stuffed into her mouth, reducing her protests to muffled whimpers.
Blindfolded, she was plunged into darkness, fear clawing at her despite her efforts to stay calm.
She struggled to stay composed and mentally scrolled through every possible suspect, considering all potential threats.
So, when she finally arrived at a hotel room and saw Angus standing there, her surprise was minimal.
She had leverage over him, and there was no way he would let that slide so easily.
However, she hadn't anticipated the depths of his depravity.
"Ms. Robinson, we meet again," Angus said, standing by the bed, one hand on his belt and the other reaching out to caress Charlotte's fa
