ISABELLA'S POV
I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. Blinking slowly, I tried to focus on my surroundings, but the lights were blinding. "Ugh, where am I?" I thought, squinting against the harsh fluorescent light overhead. Who the f**k would put me in a room like this?
I was lying down on a bed—no, more like a mattress on a metal frame. It felt rigid, and as I shifted, a jolt of pain shot through my body.
"f**k! My back is killing me." I muttered to myself as I squinted again and looked around. This wasn't just any room; it felt like a makeshift hospital. The sterile smell hung in the air, mixed with something else I couldn't quite place.
As I rubbed the back of my neck and sure enough, it felt sore. I looked down and noticed I was chained to the bed. "What the
