ISOLDE
I wake up panting. My body is burning up like I’m being placed inside a burning furnace, sweat soaking every inch of me. My eyes crack open to a dark, silent space broken by my heavy breathing.
I try to move, only to feel my hands and feets restrained.
Panic ripples through me as memories floods in. Vera. She took me to the car, and someone knocked me out with a bag with a scent that stole my consciousness.
Where am I?
I groan out loud as a wave strikes me. Familiar. Terrifying.
No, no, no. This can’t be happening.
Not now!
I can hear crickets outside and the soft rustling of trees dancing to the wind. The walls of the space are strange, and boxes block the pair of double entrance doors; the place smells of metal and danger.
The reality of the situation strikes like a t
