Helena’s POV:
I don’t remember much but, when I opened my eyes, I saw my arms chained to the wall and my ankles cuffed. I could feel the metal cutting through my skin as I was struggling against the chains. I looked around the place, it looked like some dungeon and it was extremely dark with a foul stench. It was then that I heard the footsteps of the boots walking towards me.
The c***k in the roof was the only source of light by help of which I could identify my kidnapper and it was none other than Eric. The very man whom I trusted to be my friend was now a hostile kidnapper. My head was spinning and I was struggling against the chains as I saw him glare at me.
“My Lydia, my sweet love. We finally meet!” he said with a cheap and scary grin spread across his face.
I moved away from him
