The industrial freezer was colder than Lina remembered. The heavy door shut with a deep, final clunk, trapping her inside with him.
“Temperature’s dropping fast,” Marco murmured, spinning the lock casually. “You’ll need to stay warm.” His eyes gleamed under the flickering fluorescent lights, a predator who knew his prey was cornered.
Lina’s breath misted in the air as she took a cautious step back. The walls were lined with towering metal shelves, stacked with tubs of every imaginable flavor. She wasn’t dressed for the cold—thin tank top, no bra, her shorts from earlier barely clinging to her hips. She hadn’t expected this.
Marco didn’t care.
“Hands up.” His voice was calm. Commanding.
Lina hesitated. That earned her a sharp look.
“Don’t make me tie you up myself, Lina. Or… maybe you
