T H I R T Y - F I F T H

WARNING: This chapter may contain slight abuse. Read at your own risk.

The pain from her back and abdomen put her to wake. Her blurry vision focuses on the place where she currently is. Realizing she’s the only one there, she looks up from the light emitting at the top to at least figure out what time of the day it is.

She tried breaking free from the ropes that tied her hands at the back, making most of the time that she’s the only one there. She whimpers as the rope tightens at her wrist that will sure leave marks due to her struggling.

Vaughn was hopeless at her state. Who knows in what part of France has John took her.

The deafening silence engulfed her whole, as she hears a sound that what sounded like an ocean. The waves crashed on the walls of where she’s confined.

“Am I near an Ocean?” She thought to herself. Inhaling the breeze that comes in from the high window. The salty smell of the ocean breeze was tasted at the tip her tongue.