Nellie´s POV
Pain was the first thing I felt when I regained consciousness: a dull throb at the back of my head, as if someone had used my skull as a drum. My eyelids felt heavy, sticky, and when I finally managed to open them, the world tilted in a blur of shadows and flickering lights. I was lying on my side, my body swaying with a rhythmic motion that made me nauseous. The air was thick, laced with the smell of gasoline and hot metal, and my wrists burned under the pressure of rough ropes biting into my skin. I tried to move, but a sharp tug stopped me: I was tied up, my hands behind my back, my legs bent and secured with more rope.
It wasn’t a dream.
This was real.
“Serena?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and broken, barely audible over the roar of the engine. I remembered fragments: t
