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60 - INTENSE

Penulis: Krystal Key
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-17 07:46:16

Cheryl’s POV

The first thing I felt was the cold. It seeped through my skin like tiny shards of ice, making it impossible to stay asleep. Then came the pain—an aching throb behind my eyes, the sore sting in my wrists, the bruised thump of my knees. My body felt like it had been tossed like trash into the back of a car.

I opened my eyes to darkness. Not complete darkness, but the dim, flickering kind—the kind that hummed from a dying fluorescent bulb overhead.

My heart pounded. My breathing stuttered.

Where the hell am I?

I sat up slowly, the thin mattress beneath me crunching with old springs. My hands were free, but the bruises around my wrists told me they hadn’t always been. I looked around. Four walls. One metal door. No windows. A chair in the corner. A bucket near the wall that made my stomach turn.

This was not a misunderstanding.

This was not a mistake.

I had been kidnapped.

My fingers clenched into fists as panic began to crawl up my throat. And then… Aiden. His name crashed
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