Chapter 93

SARAH

My head throbbed incessantly as I gradually peeled open my heavy eyelids. A resounding thud against the unforgiving cement floor, accompanied by a pained hiss, echoed in the walls of my ears.

As my vision slowly adjusted to the dim surroundings, I took stock of my unfamiliar environment. I found myself sprawled on the floor, having tumbled from the solitary sofa in the room—where on earth was I?

The space was cramped, coated in a palette of monochromatic whites and blacks. A metallic door occupied the far corner, while a lone sofa dominated the center of the room.

Struggling to piece together my fragmented memories, I recalled my brief interaction with the garbage man, discussing his scheduled collection time. And then, as if plunged into darkness, everything faded to black.

With sudden clarity, the memories came flooding back like a deluge. I gasped as I relived the harrowing events—the drugging, the suffocating pressure of the handkerchief pressed against my nostrils.

Fuck.