I opened my eyes and had to adjust myself to the light inside the room. It felt like my eyes had been shot for days. I looked around, seeing we were in some sort of cottage. Jennie, Chloe and Clara were all there, all of our hands were tied behind our backs, as we were sitting on the wooden ground. The warm feeling and memories I had of our little cabin at the lake, where Jensen and I had first made love, was the whole opposite of the place we were sitting inside now. There was no furniture, no fireplace, no family pictures on the walls. It smelled of wet wood and mold in this place. By the looks of it, this place has been empty for years.
Where the hell are we?
I tried to mind link to Jensen but when I tried, a sharp pain went through my head. I hissed at the pain and pressed my eyes
