Chapter 4

The cold handle of a knife slapped against my face, the sharp sound echoing off the walls of the cramped basement.

Before I could react, Kimberly yanked me by the hair and dragged me to the stone slab.

I was half-kneeling on the ground, my hands bound to a pillar beside me.

Kimberly tugged hard on the ropes, making sure I couldn't break free before she walked over to the stone slab and struggled to lift a huge box onto it.

The box was filled with all kinds of knives and other tools.

What the hell was she planning?

Kimberly's…