EMILY’S POV.

“Here.” One of the men said, handing my hair to Lopez like it was some trophy. I stared at it. My hair…

I didn’t know how to feel about it. I had prized my hair for years, growing it, taking care of it, and cherishing it, but in a second, it was all gone.

“The next thing I’ll be sending to John will have blood on it. This is just a warning. I don’t want to have to mutilate you” Lopez said, stroking the hair that had been cut from my head. “Bind her more securely, and take her out for dinner.” He ordered, taking his leave, and...