172: None Of You Will Have Me!

Olivia’s POV

“Olivia, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

I jerked awake and fell to the cold stone floor. What was happening? Where was I?

My hands and legs were still bound with rope, and I still had the sack over my head. I could tell that we weren’t in the car anymore. It was more spacious, and I could move my legs around, and the air felt damp and clammy.

My body slowly began to regain consciousness, and soon, I groaned in pain. Why did the back of my head hurt so much?

I tried to slip my hands out of the rope to rub the throbbing area, but the knots were too tight.

Slowly, I began to panic. I had no idea where I was or what the people that captured me wanted to do with me.

“Hello? Is anyone here?’

My voice, though my sack and gag, bounced off the walls, and there was no reply. I was alone in this cold and damp place.

I lay on the floor, downcast, cold and broken. How did I get myself into this mess? What did these people want from me?

I lay still with my eyes closed and silent te