Eliana slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy, her vision was blurry, and her entire body was weak. She tried to sit up, but her arms felt powerless. The air was damp and foul. As she glanced around, she realized she was in a small, dark room—the walls were made of rough concrete, and a single dim light hung from the ceiling.
“Where... am I?” she whispered weakly.
Her hands were tied to a metal chair with strong nylon rope. In the corner of the room, a small camera pointed directly at her face. Not far away, her stuffed bunny lay on the floor, dirty and ragged.
Footsteps echoed from outside. Eliana held her breath. The iron door creaked open painfully, and a masked man stepped inside. He was tall, with heavy steps, carrying a tray with a bottle of water and a piece of bread.
“Here
