Sophia
Fractured Silence.
Something was off.
I could sense it before I opened my eyes, the cold, the stiffness of my limbs, the dull ache at the base of my skull. My senses were awoken very slowly, like my body had to get out of a deep sleep.
The air smelled damp and stale. I lay down on my stomach, and the surface below me was hard, scratching my skin. Not my bed. Not the villa.
Panic surged through me.
I opened my eyes.
Darkness.
For one instant, dazed and bleary, I thought perhaps the lights were out. But as my vision focused, I realized I wasn’t in my own room. I was not even anywhere I knew.
Then I remembered how I'd been taken away in the van.
I was in a cell.
No—something worse.
The walls of bare concrete, cold and void of life; The air smelled of mildew and something
