The Perfect Bait

When Vivienne opened her eyes, she winced before noticing the tight grip of the rope that bound her to the armchair in the middle of the empty room.

“Victor?” She called, looking around.

Struggling was of no use and it could even hurt the baby too,

“Victor, are you here? Please let me go. The kids are going to die, please,” Vivienne yelled again, and again, but the echoes of her voice only bounced