The dim lighting of the warehouse flickered ominously as five masked figures stepped closer. Their heavy boots echoed off the metal walls, each step sending a jolt of dread through me.
My throat tightened as I gripped the sides of the chair, my wrists raw from struggling against the ropes.
I tried to free myself as quietly as I could but it was proving to be difficult to do that. Whomever had tied us knew how to make sure we were unable to escape.
"Don't bother attempting to free yourself. You'll just injure yourself, but honestly, nobody would care if you spilled one or two piles of blood. It would do everyone good if you would bleed to death" the voice behind me said and I turned my head, shocked at the malice I could hear.
I exchanged a look that held both fear and apprehension wit
