THIRTY TWO – DANGER

MIRA

The entire room erupts in a beehive of activity. People are running, and screaming.

I sway on my feet, my brain suddenly feeling too heavy. I grab onto the nearest chair with intentions of collapsing into it for a while when I feel the second prick.

Pain shoots up my neck and my muscles become lethargic. I slide bonelessly to the ground.

The lights are too bright. Why the hell are they so bright?

Someone lifts and throws me over a shoulder. I struggle in my mind, but my muscles refuse to move. I feel strangely locked in place.

A sack is thrown over my head and the stale smell coming from it almost makes me puke.

I hold my breath until I pass out.

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MIRA

I jolt awake, shaking all over. My stomach feels like lead and every single part of me hurts. I try to lifts

my hair from my feverish forehead, but my hands refuse to move.

My wrists are bound together by strong ropes. So are my ankles.

"The little bitch is awake."

My eyes flick over the dim interior of wherever I am. It take