Laura
The light flickered overhead, casting creepy shadows on the concrete walls. My head throbbed, a dull ache that radiated through my temples and down to the base of my skull. I tried to lift my hand to touch it, but a sharp pain shot through my wrist, stopping me cold.
I was tied to a metal chair, my arms bound behind my back, the rope digging into my skin.
The air was thick with the smell of gasoline, and faintly, something metallic — blood? I twisted my wrists, trying to loosen the ropes. They didn’t budge. My breath came in short, shaky gasps. I needed to calm down, think. I had to get out of here before whoever took me came back.
Footsteps echoed outside the door. My heart pounded as it creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. He was a towering man with broad shoulders and a
