Sandy's POV
Nash stepped away from Paul and advanced toward me. The thundering of my pulse echoed through my skull like a war drum.
Just as I braced for his assault, the silent figure among the three pressed a firm hand against Nash's shoulder, freezing him mid-stride.
"This princess must hold special meaning for Daddy. Take her somewhere private where we can properly entertain ourselves." His eyes gleamed with malicious intent.
Air caught in my lungs as Nash's mouth twisted into a vile, predatory grin.
Fred writhed against his bonds beside me, muscles straining. "Keep your filthy hands off her or I swear I'll—"
"You'll what exactly?" Another captor sneered. "Wet yourself? Maybe kick your own ass?"
Their cruel laughter filled the space. Fred hurled curses at them, but his words faded into background noise.
The lewd gestures and barely veiled promises painted a terrifying picture. If I wanted to avoid sinking deeper into this nightmare, I needed an escape route.
