Mariana’s Pov

  Doors slam open and I am carried inside. Frantic hands roam, tearing my clothes apart, wincing, cursing. 

I don’t know what’s going on. I’m simply breathing hard and fast, inhaling and exhaling erratic breaths through my mouth.

“Pulse!” A voice screams, the tone commanding. 

“Fifty two! Fuck!” I hear another voice, frustrated, enraged. “Fuck they’ll have our heads if something happens to her.”

The commanding voice booms again. “Stop fucking ...