My eyes found nothing but the void as soon as I got my consciousness back; I grimaced at the bruises on my tied wrists and ankles. I could not scream as the cloth forbade me from even opening my mouth; my voice squeaked like a small baby bird, hoping someone would catch it and notice that I was here.
My eyes scanned around just to spot the tiny cramped wooden room with around five broken chairs in the corner of the chamber. The dimmed lamp shone on my face and pupils when I looked up at the ceiling. They put me in the center with my hands roped in the chair, looting my freedom; my feet irked at the freezing cement beneath my sole.
The troops of the shoes echoed outside, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. Who are they? Why did they kidnap me? I was not a daughter of the billionaire i
