Shelly’s POV Continues
The creaking of the door interrupts my thoughts, and my heart thuds louder in my chest. A figure steps into the room, and I feel an urgent need to shrink back. He moves with an unsettling confidence, his presence commanding the dim light around him.
“It’s so lovely to see you awake, Shelly,” he says with a smooth, almost oily voice. The man before me is Falcon, the infamous leader I’ve heard whispered about in fearful tones. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing sharp features and a calculating gaze that sends chills down my spine.
“What do you want?” I demand, trying to mask my fear with defiance. My throat feels dry, but I muster every ounce of strength to challenge him.
Falcon chuckles softly, a sound devoid of warmth. “Oh, I think you know exactly why you’re here. You belong to me now.” A cruel smile spreads across his face, and I can feel the weight of his words crashing into me. The implication sends a wave of nausea rolling through my stomach. T
