“Come here, Aria.” I ordered, running my bloodied fingers through my hair and smearing blood in the curls.

She whimpered in fright while bursting into new fresh tears as she slid out of my chair, her hands were bound behind her and so were her legs.

I walked towards her and picked up the knife the last

a man threw at her and used it to nick at the ropes which bound her legs to the foot of the chair. Rising to a standing position, I cut the rope which tied her hands behind her before placing the knife on the table and walking towards the window to check if...