***CAMILLA’S POV***
I was weak and couldn’t move. My whole body is heavy. I didn’t know where I was or what was happening
The air is damp and musty, and I was alone. I struggle against the rope that binds my wrists and ankles but I can’t move. I don't know how long I've been here or who put me in this hellish place, but I know for sure that I’ve been kidnapped.
I strain my ears, desperate for any sound that might indicate people were around me but the only thing I hear is the distant drip of water.
I feel my hair matted all over my face, it was slipping into my mouth, teasing my lips with their weight. But I can't move my hand, can't push them away. My heart races as a surge of panic washes over me, my body frozen, limbs heavy as if they're encased in concrete.
A shiver of helples
