She was yanked roughly through the mansion's front door, her hands bound tightly behind her back, and a gag pressed harshly against her mouth. The sharp taste of fear lingered on her tongue as she struggled to process everything—this wasn't how she thought it would go. She had been expecting Alexander to shout at her, maybe give her a severe punishment for last night, not being dragged or what should we call it- kidnapped. Her eyes darted around in a desperate attempt to make sense of her surroundings. Whoever these men were, they weren't sent by Alexander.
The goons were silent and impatient as they dragged her through the vast entryway, One of them, a tall, brutish figure, hissed through clenched teeth. "Shut up, or I'll make you wish you had."
Sophia's heart skipped a beat. She desperately wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but the reality of her situation kept her in check. These weren't Alexander's men. This wasn't a simple kidnapping.
