Ashley's POV
I struggled to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt as heavy as lead. The air reeked of moldy hay mixed with a pungent stench of urine, making my stomach churn uncontrollably. I shifted slightly, and the coarse rope around my wrists instantly burned against my skin like fire.
I was tied to a thick wooden pole, my legs curled up on the freezing, muddy ground. Damn it. I didn't escape. After that premeditated crash, I had blacked out completely. Now, I was nothing more than a lamb trapped in the slaughterhouse.
The rusted iron door screeched unbearably, its sound slicing through the suffocating darkness of the cellar. A dim beam of light split through the room as the thug wolf with his scarred face swaggered inside. The stench of cheap malt liquor and weeks-old sweat cli
