Katya
I wake to find my hands tied behind my back, my ankles tied together, and a blade against my throat.
“Try anything, and I will let my men have their fun with you,” chuckles a voice I thought I would never hear again. I glance up and find I am across the lap of Darian and two men I am not familiar with. Darian smirks down at me. “Miss me?” he asks, and I growl at him when he grips my hair, pushing my head back down in his lap. The blade digs into my throat and slices my skin.
“I will enjoy watching you be ripped to pieces,” I spit at him. His grip tightens in my hair as I stare at his face, he looks so much like his father it sickens me, his green eyes are menacing as he watches my face.
“I see you still have your mother's sharp tongue, not that it helped you before, but I will e
