Chapter 22

Camilla’s POV

The sound of someone screaming jerked me awake. I quickly got to my feet and looked around. Then it hit me—Nora…the kidnapping.

It was pitch black, and for a moment, I thought the sack was still on my head. I blinked my eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the darkness.

The sound of someone screaming again made me stumble back. It was loud and agonizing, and—and—

Tears began to stream down my cheeks. I stretched my hand forward, trying to reach for anything. My hands touched the wall, and I ran them over the sloppy, wet surface. I took a deep sniff, and bile rose to the tip of my tongue.

“Where am I?” I said into the darkness, shaking. I didn’t know whether to scream for help or remain silent.

The sound came again, and I could hear whimpers mixed with mine. “Is someone there?” I asked in a whisper, suddenly hit with déjà vu from my last kidnapping.

I got no reply and thought to take a sniff, but the smell of rotten flesh and blood made me think twice about it.

With my hands,