His Possession, Her Escape

My hands were tied behind my back, the rough rop

here it had scraped against the

bbi. She looked terrified, but when she caug

me. "Alyssa Weeks," he said, his voice a low growl.

was all a setup. Debbi wasn't a

up. It was my wedding photo. The one from the bas

a pathetic whimper. "Let me go. I'm Brenna

e tin roof of the warehouse,

bi, a nasty smile on his face. "Hi

rehouse doors flew open. A woman s

ianna Zi

slapped him hard across the face. "You idio

an to Gianna. "Gianna, thank God

re in on this together,"

deep, chilling hatred. "Of course. She wan

he rough fibers cutting deeper i

el smile. "Not yet. I'm going to make you watch as Brenn

Then she took out her phone and filmed us, me tied and g

heavy doors slamm

a powerful engine outside. The scarr

ul breath washing over my face.

me. I'll always choose you, Alyssa. A promise from another lifeti

oaked, his face a mask of thunder. His eyes found me, and I

go," he

held it to Debbi' s throat. Another man did the s

e like chips of ice

bbi' s skin, drawing a thin line of red. He did the same to

ked. I saw the hes

k the gag from her mouth. "Brennan!" she screamed. "