Wren
“Does that hurt?” Ajax whispers, tugging at the rope on my wrist.
I swallow and whisper back. “No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
He straightens, testing the rope one last time and the chair. I’m strapped to a chair in a beaten down warehouse.
My wrists are tied behind my back, another rope wraps my torso around the chair. The position has my belly exposed and I wish I had my hands free so I can wrap them around.
But I can’t.
I fight the tears that spring to my eyes. They won’t see me cry. They don’t deserve my tears.
It’s Ajax, Donovan and some other men that are in here with me. Reggie went through a door, leaving the scent of damp earth in the air.
The only thing keeping in me check is that Ajax is here, and he said Ezra and Ray will be here soon.
I hate to say it but right now, I want
