~CHAPTER 11~

"Why are you tying me to this chair?" She shouts as Eli and Simon bind her legs and hands on a wooden chair. After her interaction with the scarred man. Both the men brought her to a room that was called the confessional. Everything kept inside the room screamed of a torture room.

There was no furniture inside except the wooden chair, the walls had a few old blood spots, and shekels were hanging from one side of the room. There was a single bulb hanging on top of Myra's head, keeping the darkness at bay. The room creeped the shit out of her. She had to get out of the place as soon as possible. She couldn't trust anyone here, and these people could do something worse to her.

She tried to wiggle out of the ropes, but it only bites her skin more. She knew every trick of getting out of them, yet her mind was playing some other game. Also, she became more anxious after seeing the line of guards standing at every corner.