Chapter 18

Violet's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night and everywhere was dark. I noticed I was tied to the ceiling with a constrictor knot because it made it impossible for me to move an inch the way I was tied.

I winced at the impact I felt whenever I tried to move my body, that was the worst position I had ever found myself in, I felt too perturbed to calm myself, my wrists were tied above my head, and my head was bent facing the floor, I couldn't imagine what the people who kidnapped me wanted with me, my hair covered my face in the dark room, I felt weak and powerless, my strengthen was dropping each second, I could see death face to face.

My wrist hurt so bad that I could feel my bones breaking. I tried to hang on with all my strength for the sake of my father, my family, and for Brielle.

I can't believe those men shot her for nothing, bunch of bastards, devils, they are so evil, with no human empathy, he didn't even feel remorseful after taking a life like his, even the police, bun