Amber heard Jameson clearly but felt torn between her mind and body. She couldn't utter a response.

"Go. Now," Jameson urged, his gaze turning icy.

A shiver wracked Amber as she rose, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her cold sweat. She was alive, but she felt as if she had died over and over again.

She walked toward Wesley; a few steps felt like a lifetime.

Wesley's hands were bound, so he used his head to prop himself up. He swayed as he kneeled before her.

He had known he would die the moment he was captured. However, he wasn't resigned to a meaningless death; he wanted to die with dignity.

Carl approached and took Amber's cold hand, placing a gun in it and forcing her fingers to grip the handle. Despite the blood covering his face, Wesley offered her a wan smile, a gesture meant to comfort Amber.

Amber's eyes as she squeezed them shut. The dank basement

her eyes

swollen and bloodshot; he could only see through his right eye. No one else would have noticed, but

shot through Amber-Wesley was sending her

her side, matching the rhythm of

Mr. Schmidt waiting." Carl looked at

panted heavily, on the

ground and pushed Amber aside

these underlings were professionally trained. They shouldn't have been this slow to react-including

bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson's

Schmidt!" Everyone panicked and was unsure what to

he aimed his

couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears

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