The pills rattled softly in his palm, small white capsules that glowed under the dim light of the room. She turned her head weakly away when he brought them close to her mouth, her lips trembling in protest. Her wrists were still bound in cold metal, the chains pulling tight with every small movement she made.“I don’t want it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying, from gasping, from screaming earlier.

He smiled darkly, no patience in his eyes. “You’ll take it.”

Her head ...