Raymond's pov
I barged into the bathroom the moment I heard Ashley's vicious voice echo through the hallway. The sound alone sent a chill down my spine, but nothing could have prepared me for the scene before my eyes.
Lena was on the cold bathroom floor, struggling weakly as two men pinned her down. Her dress was torn in several places, her body trembling violently. Ashley straddled her, her face twisted in madness, a knife raised dangerously close to Lena's face as if she meant to scar her for life.
My blood ran cold.
Rage exploded through my veins, turning my vision red. The moment they noticed my presence, the room froze. Ashley looked up, and the color drained from her face as though she had seen a ghost. The knife slipped from her trembling fingers and clattered loudly against the tiled floor. She scrambled away from Lena in fear, crawling backward.
The two men hesitated, confusion flashing across their faces as they tried to process what was happening.
