Chap 68

Allison's POV

I instinctively shrank back from the man's touch. For such a big and fit-looking man, his hands were soft, almost effeminate. Still, I knew they were a killer's hands. He leaned close to me for a moment as he peered into my face, as though memorizing my features. His entire face was almost entirely covered by a bristling beard. He looked like a man of authority, someone whose orders were always followed.

Judging by the way the other man deferred to him, I was pretty sure that he was the one I had to thank for my incarceration. I dragged my body backward. Sensing that I couldn't endure his touch, his hands fell away.

"Well? Can't you speak?" he asked.

He placed his finger on his chin as he studied me with his head cocked at an angle like I was a new and interesting laboratory specimen. I breathed heavily, trying to bring myself back to the moment, attempting to leave the horrors of last night behind. It was hard to do though.

"Speak up, you dumb bitch," said the man'