Sabrina’s POV: A few days prior
The air in the basement was thick and oppressive, a damp chill that seeped into my bones, leaving me shivering. Not just from the cold, but from the dread that wrapped around my heart like a vice.
I was led down the creaking stairs, my pulse quickened at the sight that met my eyes. My parents, bound to the walls, their faces etched with fear and despair, with a silent plea for help.
Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape this nightmare, but there was nowhere to go. Falcon stood there, a sinister figure leaning casually against a rusted metal table. His smug grin sent a chill deeper than the cold ever could.
"You want your parents back, don’t you, Sabrina?" he taunted, his voice smooth yet dripping with malice. "Just a simple text will do." Every syllable felt like a blade, piercing through my heart.
"I can’t do this," I whispered, my voice barely audible as a lump formed in her throat. The weight of the ultimatum hung over h
