GIADA
I wake up feeling terribly cold and disoriented. It takes me a few seconds once I open my eyes to remember what’s happened. Laying with my cheek on the damp ground, I don’t move. I remember putting on a hoodie at the airport, but it’s gone now. At some point, someone must’ve taken it, and now all I’m wearing is a flimsy tank top and leggings.
“Giada...Hey, are you okay?” I hear a familiar voice calling for me. I look across the room at Irene and she smiles, relieved. “You gave me quite the scare there. How are you feeling?” she asks.
I try to sit up and groan. My body feels so stiff. “I’m okay.” I stretch my legs and the chains move with me. “How long have I been out? Do you know?” We’re in a dungeon or a cell of sorts and there are no windows. How long have I been here? I wonde
