Camila’s POV
Two days have passed, two long days where we are on the verge of losing our minds, filled with fear and anguish because we don't know what may happen to us.
"Clarisa, Clarisa, are you awake?"
My sister was tied to a chair just like me, her head hanging.
"Oh, sh*t, I fell asleep," she responds, lifting her head with some effort.
"My neck hurts, I can't take it anymore. Look, Clara fell asleep too," she says, looking towards the little girl who is tied to the foot of a tube on the floor.
"Let her sleep, it's better for her to be like that, it's the only way she won't cry; poor thing, she must be terrified too."
The day we were kidn*pped, we didn't hesitate to do what that man wanted, he had entered our car pointing directly at little Clara with a gun; he was screaming li
