Isabella’s point of view
Somehow, time had become meaningless. There were no windows in the room, so I couldn’t even tell what hour it was.
It was just the dim bulb overhead that flickered like it might die at any moment and the heavy silence that made every second stretch into eternity. My wrists burned where the ropes dug into my skin, every movement reminded me I was completely trapped. My throat was completely dry, I hadn’t tasted food or water and that were not my concern. I just wanted to leave here, I kept staring at the door, hoping and wishing Bruno would just barge in through the door and rescue me.
Right now I feel like a character in a novel, but this isn’t fiction, this is fu*cking real, and I’m no fu*cking character. I raised my head up, stared at the ceiling full of cobwe
