I licked my chapped lips, struggling against the ropes that bound me to the chair. My gaze swept around the dark room, hoping to figure out a way to tell the time. There was nothing, not even a skylight.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I sniffled. What had I ever done to deserve this?
There was a soft click, and the door to the room opened quietly. A middle-aged man dressed in a black suit walked inside and shut the door again.
He tiptoed closer to me and held out a bottle of water. “Please have this. You must be dehydrated.”
“How do I know that the water isn’t spiked?” I muttered, eying the contents of the bottle warily.
“Didn’t you recognise me, ma’am?”
My eyebrows furrowed as I took a closer look at him. He did seem vaguely familiar. s**t! He was that man who had escorted me
