Zara’s POV
I grip the thin sheets covering my body tightly, holding them to my chin as I squeeze my eyes shut, holding in the sobs that want to burst from my lips. Down the hall I can hear the sound of a woman, she’s sobbing, the noise broken every so often with her pain filled screams along with the desperate yells of a man.
‘Please! No!’ The female screams urgently, ‘please! Don’t! I beg you, please!’ The voice is familiar somehow but I can’t place it, have I heard her before? Who is she and why is she screaming? What is happening?
I’m scared, too scared to get up and look, I feel terrible because the people need help but I don’t want to be hurt too, so I continue to hide in my bed, praying that whoever is here won’t come for me next.
A harsh laugh echoes through the house, as anothe
