Glory
TW: dark elements
I awoke with a jolt, the memories before I realized Hugo was in the office coming back to me. When I tried to move, metal bit into my wrist. I realized I was handcuffed and unable to talk as a thick gag was in my mouth. My head felt like lead, but I forced myself to read the room: rustic wood, zero electricity, and only a few candles fighting the dark. A cabin. Nausea rolled through me, accompanied by a realization. Hugo must have drugged me to keep me quiet and get me out of the clubhouse. The sheer calculation of it terrified me; Hugo had this well planned out.
The only question was, why me instead of Kylie?
I blinked against the heavy fog of the sedative to keep my focus entirely locked on getting out of here. I turned toward the edge of the bed and peered ou
