Teresa

The men dragged me into a room of brick, forcing me to my knees.

The air around me was stale and reeked of wet earth and ancient.

A small, dim light illuminated the room, and I could barely make out the faces of the men who brought me in here and the men I was answering to.

“What do you want from us?” The man before me asked.

He looked like someone carved out of a rock, with all the muscles in the right places.

He would be a darling if he didn’t have the ...