Chapter 89

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]

It was so dark and cold.

I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move. It felt as if I was underwater, only I wasn’t. I was trapped but I wasn’t sure where exactly. What I was sure of was that I wasn't at home. The smell was musky. The place felt strange—as if something moldy was surrounding me. I was lying on something metallic. It was hard and cold, and I shivered. The feeling was not because of the temperature but because I knew I was in danger. I was tied tightly against something that I imagine was like a hospital bed, restricting me from getting up.

Something itchy made me cough, and I retched at the stench somewhere. It smelled more like rotting flesh, a sensation I couldn't quite place. I grimaced as I whimpered in pain. Every inch of me ached, and I wondered how long I had been out unconscious in this place. A soft groan escaped from my lips as I tried to lift my head and open my eyes slowly, carefully.

Just as I expected, the room was pitch black, but