Genevieve's POV
I slowly opened my blurry, heavy eyes, blinking them before everything became clearer. I gently tried sitting up. My head was pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer constantly, without mercy.
I looked around my surroundings, frowning at the unfamiliar place I was in. It looked like a decrepit, abandoned warehouse of some sort, with some huge old machines and brown, old newspapers strewn all over the concrete floor.
What is this place?
My sixth sense quickly told me I was in danger. Immediately, fear wedged itself in my chest.
Where am I? How did I get here?
Just then, everything flashed before my eyes like a tape recorder: the bad feeling, the black van, the two men, the accident, the gunshots, the dead driver and guards, the alley, the man t
