Chapter 3
In hell.
The words seemed to echo around in the darkness, hitting the walls and gaining in volume until they almost deafened Julia. She swallowed, her throat making a dry, scratching sound.
“Hell? What do you mea—?” she started, but the sound of footsteps made her hold her breath.
She tilted her head, listening out. They were heavy footsteps. Male, wearing boots by the sound of it, and walking on wood? Definitely not on dirt like the floor of her cell. She paused at the word, but it was the only one that fit. She’d been kidnapped by force and held here against her will. The very fact that the door was locked changed the description of the room to cell.
A light outside the room snapped on, blinding her. Wincing, she tore her face away from the bars for a second to blink stars
