"What are you standing around for? Didn't you hear what Abraham said?"
"Strip her. Every last piece."
With the order confirmed, the assistant moved in and began tearing off my clothes. One piece after another.
My hands and feet were bound. I couldn't even fight back.
What they stripped away wasn't just clothing.
It was my dignity.
It was everything I had left.
I thrashed with everything in me, clinging to the last piece of fabric with a death grip.
Marina's gaze was obscene.
"Look at you right now. What's the difference between you and a stray dog on the street?"
"The internet is covered in your photos. What do you think would happen if I sent them something real?"
My voice came out raw, shredded:
"You'll regret this."
Marina sneered.
"You're staring death in the face and still putting on an act. I'd love to see how you plan to make me regret anything."
She picked up another dart with a smile, aiming at different parts of my body.
I squeezed my eyes shut on instinct, certain this was the end.
But the pain I braced for never came.
Instead, I heard a familiar, commanding voice from the front door.
"Who dares bully my daughter?"
