Zoey's heartbeat echoed in her ears like distant thunder, signaling the storm that was about to break.
Her eyes were set with determination, the sharp piece of tile in her hand glimmering.
She knew all too well that if she gave in now, she'd lose everything, including her dignity, her freedom, and possibly even her life.
The two men exchanged unsure looks, hesitating over their next move.
They were tasked with forcing Zoey into taking some sleazy photos. A gash on the arm was one thing, but a scarred face would definitely tank the value of any picture.
Robert, though, was playing a different game.
He knew the real goal wasn't the photos. The one who hired him wanted Zoey down to rock bottom.
To him, even if Zoey's beauty were marred, it wouldn't stop him from cashing in big time to
