Emma’s POV
“It’s tight, isn’t it?” Sienna said mockingly.
I stopped trying to free my hands and looked up at her.
“You will never get your hands free,” Sienna said, chuckling darkly. “You will die in that chair.”
Anger blinded me.
“Well, if that is the only way to get away from you, I won’t object much,” I said, clenching my fists repeatedly.
Sienna laughed, throwing her head back.
“What would Logan and Andrew say to that, Emma?” she asked and I regretted my words immediately. “Would they really want you to give up so easily after all they’ve been through to save you?”
I tightened my jaw and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Or maybe they wouldn't even care,” she said as she stood up and approached me.
My heart tugged painfully.