SONYA'S POV
I slowly open my eyes to a basement that smells like mold and blood.
Not the best start to my day at all.
My head is pounding, my neck stings where the knife cut me, and my wrists are zip-tied to a metal chair that's seen better days. Like, several decades ago.
"f**k," I mutter, trying to assess the situation without panicking. Panicking won't help. Panicking is what gets you killed in horror movies, and I refuse to be that girl.
Even if I'm currently living that girl's nightmare.
The basement is mostly empty except for some old furniture and a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. There's a door at the top of a rickety staircase, and I can hear muffled voices beyond it.
One of them is definitely Zane. The psychopath who just murdered Vanessa in cold blood and kidna
