*Sophie’s POV*

"Hey. Hey redhead, don't you die on me, especially not before I get my money." I could feel Richard's hands tapping my face. My head was throbbing, and I felt as if I would pass out at any moment.

Richard tried to get me to eat, but I refused. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of wanting to care for me while holding me hostage.

"Drink some water, d*mit!" he yelled, shoving a bottle of water toward my lips. I shook my ...