Zoe POV

I'm halfway to the exit when I stop.

My feet won't move forward, no matter how much I tell myself to keep walking, to get out of this place and never look back.

The woman's scream still echoes in my ears—high-pitched, terrified, cut short by the sharp crack of flesh hitting flesh.

I turn around slowly, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

On the platform, a massive man towers over the woman, his frame ...