Amy’s POV

Clinging to the walls of the cleaning closet was the metallic tang of blood, invading my senses and keeping my terror pitched high. Looking at both men, the dread went so far into my system that my blood ran cold. The bearded one continued to fumble with his belt buckle; I heard the sickening clink of it releasing, and my heart sank deeper into my chest than it ever had.

He saw the fear in my eyes and absolutely relished it. He continued to fondle the leather just to watch that fear deepen enough for him to swim in it.

That was when I decided that if I...