TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of s****l assault. Please read at your own discretion.
*Beth's POV*
I woke up to the feeling of cold water running down my face. Had I fallen asleep outside? Was it raining?
All I knew was that I had a headache and my body was sore. My eyes fluttered open as I looked around me. I was in a dimly lit room. It was messy, with food wrappers and a ripped-up couch in the corner. There was a fireplace in the corner. It wasn't lit right now but was filled with more trash. Where the hell was I?
The last thing I remembered was walking back to Daniel after lunch with Uncle Lucas. This definitely wasn't Uncle Lucas's hotel. Why was I here? Where was here?
I tried to move. s**t, my arms were tied with rope! What the—? I frantically whipped my head
