Daphne's POV
I couldn't count the number of times my stomach churned, nor Irene's words to me as she promised to place a call through to Lorenzo and that I was going to be fine.
My head swam with muddled thoughts, and with clambered steps, I walked down the endless steep of stairs to a black Cadillac which I didn't know what my fate would be.
The stern-faced man holding the door shut it closed after making sure that I was fine inside before driving off.
My palm got sweaty, and my throat parched as I thought of how I had missed the chance to inform Lorenzo.
“ But you hadn't,” a tiny voice whispered to me. “ And now, you will be turned into chunks”
I swallowed, gulping down the dread that filled my head when the car drove into the familiar building, its high windows came into view
