CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR

NADIA

Let me go!" I screamed at them.

To my horror, they seemed more interested in the game they were playing than in my desperate pleas. Before me stood Lara, Bethany, and their boyfriends, Tony and Fletcher.

“I can't hear you,” Tony said, mocking me.

The rusted old cabin I had been taken to was tucked away in a secluded part of the woods, far from the prying eyes of anyone who might hear my screams. The air was thick with the musk of pine trees and the earthy smell of the forest floor, both foreign and terrifying at this moment.

They had tied me up, hands...