A middle-aged woman seemed to squirm her body slowly and was trying to open her eyes.
The air was stuffy, and the beds were a little challenging.
That was how the woman felt the first time she managed to open the
Slowly the woman began to cast her gaze across the room.
'Where am I? Isn't it the last ... taxi? ... Jacob ... how is my son?' Celline whispered in her head.
Celline again turned her gaze around the corner of the room and confirmed her current presence.
"Ouch...," cried Celline softly as she found herself tied to her hands and feet.
Celline's eyes were rounded, immediately the fear grew over her, especially when she was tied to the position of her legs and arms behind her back, which could only make a little movement on a single bed in a room measuring 3 x 2 meters with one vent, and there was only one 5 watt lamp, which illuminates the entire room.