NATASHA’S POV
“B- Bianca?” I wanted to rub my eyes, but my elbows and my hands were tied together behind me.
“The one and only.”
I tried to get up, and I realized that my feet were also tied with a rope from my ankle all the way below my knee. Every time I move, friction is created between the rope and my skin, creating small cuts and burns. It was just too hard and too painful to move.
Bianca's voice sounded dry and coarse. She slumped her body in a corner and I noticed that her clothes were torn. Although the light that's coming into the room is dim, I can see that she has got swollen eyes. Bianca can’t even open one of them. Fresh blood oozed from the cut on her lower lip, and I could smell the foul odor coming from her body.
It doesn't make sense. What am I doing with Bianca in th
