Darkness.
The tightness of the blindfold press greatly against Kayla’s face, trapping her in an abyss of darkness and fear. Her breathing quickens, sharp and desperate as she struggles to make sense of her where she is The scent of flora and cigarettes makes the air in the place more unbreathable.
Her wrists and ankles held with restraint—bound tightly, preventing movement. Panic surges through her veins like wildfire during dry season.
“Help!” she screams, her voice filled with terror.
“Who the hell is there?! Let me go right now!".
No answer. Only silence filled the air.
Kayla thrashes against the restraints, the chair beneath her creaking in protest. Her heart slams against her ribs. “Victor, if this is you, I swear to God, I’ll make you regret this! You coward, you pathetic exc
