Sofia’s Captivity
Pain. That was what Sofia felt first when she came to. A dull throbbing throb pounded at the side of her head where Anatoly’s men had struck her before dragging her away. Her wrists were secured tightly behind her back, her ankles tied together with thick rope.
She blinked at the white lights above the ceiling, used to her surroundings. A cold, windowless room. Concrete walls, one steel door and a trace smell of cigarette smoke.
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor.
“I was curious to see when you’d wake up.”
Anatoly sat across from her, slouched lazily, a gun lying on the table between them. His keen blue eyes were inscrutable, but his smirk was too well known derisive, taunting.
Sofia breathed out, and shrugged her shoulders so many knots to unbind, even
