KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA
Oh, she was surprised alright.
Zarina’s mind was racing with chaotic thoughts, but she chose to focus on the picture in front of her. The photograph displayed a woman standing on the shore, with the ocean’s foamy water washing over her feet. Her hair was damp and clung to her head, reflecting the sunlight with a gleaming radiance. The woman was confident and beautiful, with a smile on her face and heels in her hands. Her light blue eyes shone with freedom, and her posture oozed with pride. Zarina wished she could be like her, except for one crucial aspect.