Kenna’s POV
I try again to wriggle my hand from the woman’s tight grip but it’s no use. It’s as though we are bound by an invisible glue that prevents me from trying to get away.
I can see that Ivan is making the same useless attempts as me. As I walk behind him, I see the muscles in his shoulders and back tense and flex in an effort to move, but he is just as stuck as I am.
The woman, who seems to be their leader, still clings to his arm, laying her head on his shoulder gently as we walk in silence through a large patch of grass.
I really should be more focused on the fact that we are being held captive, but all I can think about is her damn hands and how they are all over him. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. I grit my teeth slightly and tear my eyes away from the sight.
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