Tori
“Where are you taking me? Where’s Alicia?” My voice cracks, hoarse from the sheer number of times I’ve asked. It echoes uselessly down the barren hallway, met only with silence. Marcus, Nico’s lackey—because let’s be real, that’s what he is—grips the rope binding my hands with a vice-like hold. He’s silent, resolute, and maddeningly unaffected.
I’ve picked up his name from the whispers that flit through the asylum's corridors, each murmur thick with fear and disdain. Marcus doesn’t have Nico’s swagger, the same unnerving confidence that could make the devil himself take a step back. But there’s a certain sharpness to him, a calculated precision in every step he takes. He’s not a man you underestimate—or try to outrun.
So I don’t. Not yet.
He pulls me along like a dog on a le
