Bile rose in her throat but she forced it down, clenching her hand so right that her nails dug into her palm painfully, but the pain went by unnoticed, her eyes remaining fixed on the screen.
Her skin crawled, her insides twisting in themselves. Fear held her hostage for what was to come but even with its creeping feel, her mind yelling at her to slam the laptop shut, telling her she didn't need to see this, Annalise couldn't stop watching, not when the boy's eyes remain unblinking straight at the camera, a though he could see her watching her.
Nicolás –
"No, God, no." She whispered when Benjamin lifted the rod and placed it underneath Nicolás's chin.
"Still no word of plea, boy?" He asked, the taunt in his voice loud and clear.
Annalise was disgusted, what was going on? Why did her father hold a teenage Nicolás captive? Why was he unclear? What in hell was this?
