Her leg throbbed violently as she tried to maneuver herself off the bed in the pitch-dark room. Just as her foot met the edge, a hand latched around her ankle and yanked her downward.

“No!” she screamed, her voice slicing through the stillness only to be muffled by a rough palm pressed over her mouth as he loomed above her.

“Shut the hell up and do what you’re good for, you filthy whore,” he growled, venom dripping from his voice. Her heart slammed against her ribs, pure dread ...