Chapter 35

Jay reached into a cabinet above the large blue-tinted glass sink and pressed his fingertip down on something. A light flashed green and he took a knife from the shelf. I cowered away from him and his hand tightened on the leash. He pulled me closer and I couldn't help but let out a whimper. I hated knives. Out of all of the things the men had used on me, I had hated the knives the most.

He smiled coldly. "Not as vicious as they advertised you to be, huh?"

He braced the knife against...