Alice’s Point of View;
The following afternoon, the warehouse felt hotter than before. I had not slept, and my mind had been racing all night, replaying the conversation with Rose, the lies I told her, the way my voice had trembled, but somehow convinced her. It wasn’t over yet because today, Alex was coming, and the thought alone sent a fresh wave of anxiety through me.
I sat against the hot wall, my arms wrapped around my knees. My wrists ached from being bound for so long, even though Ziggy had loosened the ropes slightly. The place reeked of damp wood and stale cigarettes, but I barely noticed anything order than that, as I had not been let out to do anything, I was provided with a bowl to use if I needed to pee, that was very degrading and felt so disgusting and I would do anything
