A U R O R A
Past
I must have passed out. Next time when I came to my senses, I found myself back in the car seat, lying comfortably with my head rested on a small pillow. It was a smooth drive, considering the luxurious car, as I slowly adjusted my eyesight. Viktor sat comfortably in the front, engrossed on his phone.
Groaning, I sat up as I slowly recollected the events right before I passed out.
Factory. Captive. Viktor. Blood. Of course! I realized I didn't pass out at the sight of blood. It was my entangled predicament that unnerved me for a moment.
"Are you feeling alright?" Viktor asked curtly, his eyes glued on the rearview mirror.
"Yes," I groaned, even though my voice clearly suggested the contrary. My head was pounding like hell. "Did I hurt my head somehow?" I asked, cl
