Olivia's POV
I stood there, trembling - with anger, fear, or adrenaline, I couldn't tell. "I'm not staying here listening to your rubbish, David. I'm leaving."
But as I took a step toward the door, David's voice cut through the air, stopping me cold.
"Why do you think I brought you here, Olivia?" His tone was casual and calm, which somehow made it ten times more terrifying. "You can't leave this place until I get what I want."
I stilled, the reality of my situation crashing over me. We were in the middle of nowhere, in a warehouse that probably hadn't seen another soul in months. David had always been controlling, manipulative, but this? This was something else entirely.
My throat felt tight, like someone was slowly choking me. I turned back to face him, as tears burned behind my eyes.
