Chapter 46 Game Of The Fittest Ii

• ~Sienna~
• The rough fabric of the blindfold scratched my skin as I was yanked out of the car, the force making my already aching wrists sting where the zip ties bit into them. My shoes scraped against gravel as the goon holding me shoved me forward without care. My legs struggled to keep pace, stumbling as I tried to ground myself.
• “Move,” scar-face growled, his tone as cold and unyielding as the night air.