Serenity’s POV
Everything hurt. I had been sitting in this chair for what felt like days now. My arms that were still attached to the chair, had finally stopped bleeding. My body felt worn down. It couldn’t function any longer. My eyes were straining to stay open. Terrified that if they were to close, they might not be able to open again. It was dark and lonely in here. My kidnappers hardly came in here anymore. I overheard them talking one day that they got the police to call off the search for me. I had no hope anymore. Just praying for my own death. There was nothing for me to hold onto any longer. Thoughts of mine kept shifting to Alexander. Wondering if he was okay. There was no way he was dead. The one thing I really knew about him was that he was persistent. As long as
