CHAPTER 112: SAFE

NATASHA

Dark visions clouded my mind, causing dizziness and immobilizing me.

My breathing became erratic as panic set in.

Where am I?

"She's awake," a man's deep voice uttered, increasing my tension.

My eyes were covered, and my mouth was gagged. My hands were bound, and I was lost in darkness.

How did I end up here?

"Call the boss," the same man said, followed by faint footsteps and the sound of a creaking door.

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to move my hands, but instead, the friction of the rope burned my wrists.

With shallow breaths, I tried to recall what had happened.

The last thing I remember is leaving the house and going to the bar. I wanted to talk to my father, Quintus, hoping to find solace in someone who understood.

Missing someone. Longing for someone.

I remember drinking the milk he served me, and then everything went blank.

What really happened?

My shoulders tensed as the door burst open, as if someone wanted to break it down.

The mix of expensive