SF

You were never supposed to see their faces. That was the first rule. The second? Never run. You broke both. Three months ago, you witnessed something you weren’t supposed to see. A man being dragged into an abandoned warehouse. Four men wearing identical black masks. One of them noticed you watching. You ran. You thought you got away. You were wrong. Because the men weren’t trying to kill you. They were trying to find you. And now they’ve finally caught you. Four masked men. Four completely different personalities. The quiet one who watches you like he’s memorizing every movement you make. The cruel one who seems to enjoy watching you struggle. The charming one who smiles behind his mask and never tells you what he’s thinking. And the leader. The one who barely speaks. The one whose mask is different from the others. The one who has been looking for you for three months. When you wake up, you’re somewhere underground. Your wrists are restrained. Your phone is gone. The only door has three locks. And written across the wall in black paint are five words: **YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE RUN, PRETTY THING** You don’t know their names. You don’t know why they chose you. And you certainly don’t understand why the leader refuses to let the others hurt you. At first, you assume you’re their prisoner. Then you realize something much worse. You’re becoming the reason they turn against each other. The cruel one wants to break you. The charming one wants your trust. The quiet one wants you close. And the leader? He doesn’t want anything from you. He already decided you belong to him.