Isabella
I knew something was wrong the moment I opened my eyes, not emotionally, but physically.
Every single muscle in my body felt personally offended. It was so bad that I stared at the ceiling for several long seconds before attempting to sit up.
The moment I moved, pain shot through my legs.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." I collapsed back onto the mattress as one thought and only one thought made its way to my mind.
This was a trap, an elaborate trap and a carefully planned act of betrayal. He had called it an outing, but it was only exercise with scenery.
I groaned and threw an arm over my eyes.
"Dylan." The name came out sounding like a threat, a very sore threat.
Eventually, and after several minutes of complaining to nobody, I forced myself upright. My body protest
