Marco stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear. The stench of cigarettes, sweat, and something rotten clung to him, but she barely noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, stuck, frozen, breaking.

“While we have our fun with you,” his voice slithered through her skull, thick with amusement, “we have a special guest watching.”

Her body went rigid.

Her stomach twisted so violently she thought she might vomit.

Then, a muffled sob tore from her lips, shaky, broken. 

Because she was seeing him.