~ Sylara's POV ~
The harsh, stale stench of cigarettes assaulted my nostrils as I fought the crushing weight on my eyelids. When I finally managed to wrench them open, I realized I was in a dimly lit room… tied down like prey waiting for slaughter.
Fear gripped me. I recalled talking to a stranger at the club, then passed out after he gave me a glass of beverage. I could still remember the malicious smirk on his face when he looked at me.
I quickly began to struggle to break free from the ropes tied around me, but I was too weak to break free from them. My eyes were heavy and I could feel my head hammering like it was being hit with a hammer.
He stepped in.
The man from the bar. When he had approached me, I thought he was really a good person from the way he spoke so nicely to me, but
