Sylvia woke to pitch blackness all around her.

The air was thick with the coppery tang of blood and something salty and damp, so strong that just breathing made her gag.

She doubled over, clutching at something nearby as she dry heaved.

When she finally steadied herself, she realized her hand was wrapped around a set of cold iron bars. Her palm felt sticky. She pulled her hand back and shuddered-blood.

A shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers trembled as she wiped them off on her jeans, barely able to process what was happening.

Suddenly, a dim light flicked on overhead, casting pale shadows across the small space around her.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she took in her surroundings.

She was locked in what looked like a cell, with metal bars like something out of a medieval dungeon.

Panic surged through her. She glanced at her hand again, blood smeared across her skin.

Before she could think too much, a gruff voice echoed from the darkness beyond the bars.

"Told you, there's no way out."

the weak light, his shadow

Hanson, what the hell is this? You know this is kidnapping, right? If I don't

my fiancée. All I have to do is say we went on a little trip overseas-think the police are really going to


her dizzy. She pressed her head into her

fear; his smirk widened as he straightened

Too late for that. You shouldn't have ignored

Sanford? Then why did you agree to marry

his knuckles. "Ms Winslet says I'm not good enough for her. But I can

gets to ruin

life. Got it?"

don't hurt me. I'll do whatever

"Relax. I'm not going to touch you.

he turned and disappeared back into the

sobbed quietly, listening to the sound of his footsteps and trying to calculate the size of

she finally stopped crying, but dread settled

this place? It


and groped along until she found

she pulled a bobby pin from her hair and

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