I woke up feeling weak, only to find myself lying on a soft bed. My eyes scanned the room, trying to piece together where I was.
Just a few hours ago, I was tied to a chair—and now, somehow, I was here. I stood up, unsteady, and walked toward the mirror to see how disheveled I looked, especially my hair.
I had tried everything to escape this place, but nothing worked.
“Good morning,” a voice said, startling me.
I turned quickly to see Lucas standing there, a smile on his face.
“What do you people want from me? Why won’t you just let me go?” I snapped, my voice rising.
He chuckled. “You really want to know what I want from you?”
He started walking toward me, and I instinctively backed away.
Before I realized it, he had me pinned against the standing mirror. His hand reached up to my
