After a while, Ryan pulled away, his voice hard. "Linda, you just wait. I'm going to make that bitch pay. She'll be groveling at your feet, begging for forgiveness."
"Just knowing you'll make her pay is enough for me, Ryan," Linda purred.
They made their way down to the basement, Ryan kicking the door open with a loud bang.
"Sophia! Get your ass out here and apologize to Linda!"
But, of course, I couldn't answer.
Silence. Ryan grew impatient. He motioned to the guards. "Break it down."
The guards smashed the metal door open, and the stench of blood and decay hit them like a wall. Ryan’s face paled slightly, but he quickly masked his reaction. Linda wrinkled her nose in disgust. "What the hell is that smell? It’s disgusting! Let's just go, Ryan."
Ryan hesitated.
He followed Michael into the dark, musty basement, lit only by a single dim bulb. He didn't notice the dried blood crunching under his shoes – my blood.
He stood in the center of the room and yelled, "Sophia! Get the hell out here!"
His voice echoed in the silence. I floated behind him, staring at my own lifeless body tied to a pillar, my head twisted at an unnatural angle. The dim light hid the full extent of the horrors inflicted upon me.
Ryan scoffed. "Turn on the damn lights!"
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