Alita.
I was tired to my bone marrow. I could hardly open my eyes. I tried lifting my hands, but they couldn't move.
With difficulties, I opened my eyes, and the unfamiliarity of the room that I was in brought me back to reality.
I was fully awake, with my heart beating erratically and my insides churning. I was kidnapped. A sour smile tugged the corners of my lips. Although by different people, it was worth noting that it was the second time that I had gotten kidnapped within three months.
That was both annoying and infuriating. My eyes took in the room. It was clean, spotlessly clean. And yeah, in case you are curious, it was not dark; there were bulbs, and from my observations, I wasn't locked up in an abandoned warehouse like you would've predicted.
Were it not for my tied-up
