Bella’s head lolled forward, spots dancing in her vision. Her head was heavy, and she was unable to lift a finger.
Probably the effects of whatever drug they’d forced her to inhale earlier.
Apart from that, she hadn't been harmed since she was pulled into the car and then dragged into this dark place… She blinked rapidly, trying to focus on her surroundings.
There was a single flickering bulb in the room, and the air was stale, filled with the scent of mildew. The wallpaper was peeling, and there was a thick layer of dust coating the surfaces that was triggering a sneeze reflex.
She was facing a long, scratched-up conference table; old chairs, some missing wheels or cushions, were haphazardly pushed to the sides. She was in some old conference room in the basement of a building.
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