Ivan slammed the door and locked it behind him, then turned back to me—his face twisted and monstrous.
“You want to escape? Fine. I’ll make you mine tonight. Once you’re pregnant, then you can leave this room.”
He lunged at me, tearing at my clothes.
I fought back with all my strength, clawing at his face with my nails.
“Over my dead body!” I seethed.
“Ungrateful bitch!” he snarled, slapping me hard across the face.
Darkness closed in around me. I felt like I was about to pass out.
But just then—chaos erupted outside.
A woman’s shrill scream rang through the air—it was Ivan’s mother.
The next second, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.
A tall figure stood in the doorway like a storm.
“Touch my sister, and I’ll kill you.”
