Ziana’s POV
I fall forward onto the scrawny body of the bloody man I was questioning with a thump.
“Ah. Finally.” I hear a gravelly voice say from beside me. I look at the man beneath me, one eye light pink, the other brown.
“What the hell did you just do?” I whisper in horror as he smirks at me, then opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, meaty hands grab my arms and hauls me up to my feet.
I am turned to face one of the men from my nightmares. His pale blue eyes penetrate mine with sickening happiness. His blonde hair is starting to turn gray around his beard and his head is shaved, like it always was.
I’m paralyzed in fear as I stare at him, my body going rigid. He grips my cheeks and pinches them hard, making my lips pucker. He glances at them, then licks his lips and gri
