ARIA’S POV
He kicked the door open and his presence came with literal light.
“Hmmm!” I struggled since my mouth was wrapped with a piece of cloth.
“What the hell!” Draven rushed to me. He untied my mouth first, before going behind the chair to undo the knots that held my hand behind the chair. “Who did this to you?” He probed. I was still too scared, breathing too heavily to respond.
“Talk to me,” he demanded, but being scared was not the only reason I couldn't speak.
“I don't know,” I responded, “one minute I was standing in the hall, the next minute the lights went out and I found myself here.” I explained. Draven was done with the ropes, allowing me to stand up from the seat which had been my prison for the last ten hours.
He placed his forehead in his palm, a clear sign of exha
