"Hello, Sarah."
Andrew's voice was smooth. Pleasant.
Like we were old acquaintances meeting for coffee.
Not like his men had just burst through the door and killed two of their own.
Not like I was zip-tied and bleeding on the concrete floor.
I tried to move... tried to shift my weight, get my feet under me but hands immediately grabbed me.
Rough. Brutal.
They slammed me face-first into the concrete.
The impact knocked the wind out of me, stars exploding behind my eyes.
My hands were wrenched behind my back, restraints pressing into my wrists so tight I felt the circulation cut off immediately.
Then someone grabbed my hair.
Yanked my head up violently, forcing me to look at Andrew.
Pain shot through my scalp, tears springing to my eyes.
Two men pinned me down one knee in my spine, another pressing down on my shoulders.
I couldn't move.
Could barely breathe.
And Andrew sat there on the metal crate I'd used earlier, looking completely comfortable.
Smiling.
