Abby’s POVI woke with a sharp gasp, only for panic to slam into me.My hands were tied behind the chair. My ankles too. Thick rope bit into my skin. I tried to scream, but a gag muffled the sound, reducing it to a broken whimper.The place reeked of dust and decay. Cobwebs clung to the walls, thick and undisturbed, as if no one had stepped foot here in years.It was clearly an abandoned building.My heart thundered as I twisted, scanning the room for Freya. But she wasn't here. Panic shot through me, cold and vicious. Where is she? Had they taken her somewhere else? Had they hurt her?I struggled harder, the ropes burning into my wrists, but the more I fought, the more pain bloomed. I was only hurting myself.Carla, I called desperately in my mind.Nothing. I reached again, and this time, only emptiness answered me.My stomach sank, realising I was alone.Then footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate. Valentina strutted into the room like she owned it, her heels clicking against the con
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