Author’s POV
Nova's eyes widened in terror as she gazed around the dark room, her mind racing with fear. She struggled against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, but they only seemed to tighten, cutting into her skin. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest heaving with panic.
Memories of the previous night flooded her mind, he remembered Henry's angry face, the man who had dragged her away. She remembered trying to fight back, but her movements had been slow and clumsy, her senses dulled by the alcohol.
She tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper, her throat dry with fear.
The man of the previous night loomed over her, his face a blur in the dim light. Nova's eyes fixed on him, her pupils dilating with terror.
"Where am I," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Let
