Zinnia
My heart raced like a captive bird, desperate for freedom. The silence in the room was punctuated with female whimpers and sobbing. A sudden shiver ran down my spine. Was this another dream?
No. The weight of the ground beneath my feet and the ominous sound of terror intensified with every passing second, making it too real to be yet another dream.
"Wakey wakey, little flower," a mockery tone, followed by the sound of boisterous laughter filled my ear. My heart throbbed in my chest while I frantically turned my head, trying to follow the direction of the laughter.
My eyes were opened. I knew my eyes were open, but for some reason, blackness clouded my vision, probably from the blindfold over my eyes, denying me the comfort of my sight and plunging me into the abyss of uncertaint
