Sylvia's POV:

I looked around and saw all kinds of things stuffed in the old equipment room. The doors and windows were sealed. It was winter, but I still felt stuffy.

I tried wriggling out of the rope, but it was secured tightly around my wrists.

I struggled up to my feet and leaned against the wooden frame behind me. My head began to spin, and I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm. It felt weird. I couldn't tell why I was sweating.

"Warren, help me!" I shouted.

However, he didn't respond and didn't bother to even look at me. His eyes looked gloomy -- as if he were lost in thought. Blood continued to drip from the horrifying wound on his head.

All of a sudden, Warren smashed the iron door with his fists. The door vibrated, letting out a loud buzz that sounded like a tragic warning.

me slowly but steadily. I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was still oozing out. It looked

hurt you?" I tried standing up, but my legs gave away, and I fell on the hard concrete. That was when I realized my legs were also tied. Warren continued to walk toward me without saying anything. Sᴇaʀch

and so was warren. Everything about the

was already close to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual sober

on?! Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at

nervous to see him acting weird, so I had to

wrists to loosen the rope. The friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but

with anxiety, and my heart drummed in my chest. I felt my shirt stick to my back. Even a small movement made me breathless.

of bricks. Someone had drugged me. I had no control over

frantically moved my hands to break free from the shackles. Meanwhile,

me. I looked up and saw Warren close the

beaded his face. His hands were hot as he seemed to crush me

any pain. I bit him until he bled, but the man refused to let

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