Whoever sat in that chair had an assertive, deadly presence around him that caused a chill in the air. I've been scared since I was taken against my will and got mixed up in this misunderstanding, but now I don't think anything would help me even if I tried.
I'm terrified to my bones.
My hands can't stop shaking, even though I've clenched them into fists to keep still. But I don't want to give any of them that satisfaction of seeing me shiver like a mouse. If I'm going to survive this, then I must be strong.
"What do you think?" Marcus asked proudly, as if I were a prize in display. "She's fucking tight, isn't she? I picked her myself, knowing this was gonna please you."
This guest hadn't said a word, and as the silence grew graveyard-like without even a hint of recognition, the brothers grew apprehensive, sharing looks and communicating with their eyes.
