Chapter 159

Alyssa POV

I’m on the cold, unforgiving floor, naked and bound. My wrists and ankles are tied together, the restraints biting into my skin. The air is thick, suffocating—tainted with sweat, fear, and something metallic. My pulse hammers in my ears as I frantically scan the windowless room, trying to figure out how the hell I ended up in this situation.

Then my gaze lands on them.

King, Niko, and Mason.

They’re bound to chairs directly in front of me, arms wrenched behind their backs, duct tape slapped over their mouths. My stomach twists violently, a suffocating weight pressing on my chest.

I want to ask them what’s going on, to demand answers, but the words die in my throat, choked by sheer terror.

The door groans open, the sound scraping against my frayed nerves. Isaac steps inside, his presence crawling over my skin like a slow-moving infection. His father follows, the same dark amusement twisting his aging features into something terrif