63~ My son

Pain.

That was all Amelia could feel when she came to. There was no part of her body that didn't ache. She felt like she had been hit by a truck.

Her throat felt parched which made her cough a little, albeit with difficulty.

"Finally… I was starting to get bored, you know. Took you long enough to wake up." A familiar voice brought her back to the present.

Amelia looked up and found herself face to face with Annastasia Miller, whose face had a vicious expression and she was staring at her with resentment.

"You…" Amelia choked and panicked. Her eyes searched for Owen and she found him sleeping on a couch in the room they were in. Her heart squeezed painfully at the sight.

"Why are you doing this?" Amelia said through gritted teeth. She was tied to a chair with a strong rope, making it hard for her to break free.

"Why am I doing this, you ask? Guess," Annastasia chuckled as she paced in the room.

The room looked like a carpenter's workshop with a table and all the tools on