~ Arabella ~
I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, hands clasped together so tightly my knuckles had turned white.
The quiet in the room felt too deliberate, like the walls themselves were waiting for me to c***k. I stared at the single window barred from the outside and tried to make sense of what any of this meant.
What did they want from me?
I wasn’t special. I wasn’t rich. I wasn’t powerful. I wasn’t the type of person anyone would waste time on, let alone go as far as k********g.
They had taken my phone, my bag, even the necklace I never removed. I had nothing. Nothing worth stealing, nothing worth fighting over. So why here? Why me?
My chest tightened as the same unhelpful thought repeated itself:
There must be a mistake. There has to be.
The room felt smaller with every pass
