EMILY’S POV.

“Here.” One of the men said, handing my hair to Lopez like it was some trophy. I stared at it. My hair…

I didn’t know how to feel about it. I had prized my hair for years, growing it, taking care of it, and cherishing it, but in a second, it was all gone.

“The next thing I’ll be sending to John will have blood on it. This is just a warning. I don’t want to have to mutilate you” Lopez said, stroking the hair that had been cut from my head. “Bind her more ...