NOW I WILL TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR BODY

Ann groaned as she woke up, thinking about what had happened to her. Her eyelids felt heavy as she struggled to adjust to the minimal darkness of the room. The room was quiet, dark, and empty. The emptiness made her feel chills run down her spine and coldness all over her body. This room reminds her of what Marcus sex torture dungeon looks like—just that there weren't any sex toys or weapons on the walls, nor was there a bed—just a plain, empty, dark room with nothing but her in it.

This room brought back all those painful memories of her and Marcus. It came back, flashing back into her head, and she tried not to think of it again.

Thinking of Marcus, Ann wondered if he was dead. She could vividly remember one of her abductors pulling a trigger on Marcus. He was only trying to save her, and yet he couldn't save himself. “I hope he's still alive," Ann mumbled to herself.

“Where is she?" She overheard a manly voice, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the room. Ann knew she h