Chapter Twenty-Three.

Adrian's P . O . V

It's been hours.

I couldn't really tell how many because the people who abducted us took with them my wristwatch and every other thing asides the clothings I had on.

My head hurt like a bitch ever since I got hit in the head with what I suppose should be a hockey stick. I don't really know. I didn't exactly pause to behold what weapon I was attached with from behind.

It was bad enough that I was locked up in some dirty hole, but what was even worse was that I couldn't bring myself to think properly without getting interrupted by the annoyingly loud weasel who unfortunately happens to be my cellmate or in this case, Hole-mate.

I would give anything right about now to get a separate hole but I'm currently in no position to make choices.

I tried so hard to think who could be behind all of this but I couldn't bring my mind down to anyone in particular.

It couldn't be her definitely.

Although her wide mouth and untamed audacity, she could never pull such scheme. I seri