Before I could react, two burly men in work uniforms stepped out of the shadows. They grabbed me—one on each side—and dragged me down the hallway, ignoring my frantic struggles.
They shoved me into the top-floor lounge and locked the door.
Terror clawed at my throat. My strength was useless against theirs.
Lorraine's eyes gleamed with venom and twisted triumph.
"Danica, since Renald loves you so much, I'll destroy you completely! Let's see if he still wants a filthy, used-up woman after this!"
One of the men—a leering brute with a greasy smile—started to advance toward me.
I fought desperately, but despair swallowed me whole.
Lorraine lifted her phone, aiming the camera at me, preparing to record everything.
Just as that disgusting hand reached for my clothes—
BANG!
The door burst open, slamming against the wall.
Renald stormed in like a wild beast, fury radiating from every inch of him.
When he saw me pinned to the bed, my clothes torn, his eyes went bloodshot.
In one swift motion, he grabbed the man by the collar, hurled him over his shoulder, and slammed him to the floor. The man didn't even have time to scream before losing consciousness.
"Danica!"