Seraphina's POV
I force myself to take deep breaths and calm down, though, not because the man behind the glass told me to, but because I know there is no use panicking or lamenting my situation. I have to find a way out of this, and to do that, I need a clear mind and a stout heart. Only it is easier said than done.
Calm down, Seraphina. Breathe. Deep breaths. In and out. Nice and slow. I tell myself.
I can tell when it is working. My unseen captors let me know. "That is better," the voice from the speaker lauds. "Somehow, I knew you would be sensible."
Sensible, yes. Compliant, no.
"Who are you?" I ask, though I know I am not likely to get any answers. Still it is worth a try. When I get out of here, I intend to have a name to put to that voice before I tear the owner limb from limb
