Fourteen

I slowly opened my eyes, and my vision was spinning. Where am I? I looked around me, noticing the window a few meters away from me. It was made of grills.

My breath was ragged, I tried to touch my face, but only now I felt my hands tied to the back of the wooden chair I was sitting on. And my mouth was taped. Even if I try to shout, I can’t.

Even my two feet were tied to both feet of the chair, barefoot. I looked around, but I could see pure white walls surrounded me, nothing else. Where am I? I tried to untie my hands, but I was the only one hurt by what I was doing, and I gave up when I feel the pain in my wrist. It didn’t seem like they were casually tying my hands.

What do they want from me?

Anger and worry welled up in me as I remembered what the man had done to Athiya. Please, God, that Athiya was fine. I prevent myself from crying and being emotional. It's not time for me to be weak. I need to get out of here.

Think self!

I was then hearing the door opened and steps coming from