Rosa's pov
I tried to move my body, but something tight was holding me back. My head was banging like I had a hangover. I slowly peeled my eyes open.
I was a poorly lit room. The only source of light was coming from a yellow bulb that was hanging down from the ceiling.
I was seated on a wooden chair and tied up.
How did I get here? Why am I tied up here? These are all questions I asked myself as I struggled to free myself, but the ropes were so tight that they wouldn't even budge.
"Is anyone here?" I heard a familiar voice ask.
A voice that was very familiar. I mean I once hated this voice before.
"David? David? Is that you? " I asked
"Rosa... yes, it's David. What are you doing down here? " He asked me
Then we heard footsteps approaching and David shushed me.
I heard the scrapp
