Frozen with fear, I stopped breathing as the man pressed the sharp knife closer to my body until the tip pierced my skin, causing it to bleed slightly from the small wound. It was a warning telling me that he could do more than that. Despite wanting to scream, no words emerged from my lips as the man helplessly dragged me to his car. He hauled me into the backseat, and another man who was already inside caught me in his arms and pressed a gun against my head.
“Don't make this difficult for us,” the man holding me icily warned. He pressed the gun to my neck until the cold metal dug deep into the tender flesh. I bit back a scream and pressed my lips together. I couldn't die like this. Not yet, when I still had debts to collect from people who had stepped on me like a toy. Revenge. That's wh
