Chapter 87

[ZARA]

I’m cuffed, drugged and blindfolded.

Can this get any worse? If that’s the question—the answer is yes. It can. It is.

Waking up in an empty cabin and being unable to do anything to get the hell out of there sounds like a beautiful dream compared to what I’m waking up to now.

I don’t know where I am. Or how I got here. I’m not alone either. It could have brought some ease to my trembling nerves—don’t they say we’re stronger together? —but it doesn’t. Every time I drift out of the dazed darkness, someone screams and cries, begging for help.

To stop.

The gruesome pain.

Every cell in my body howls to reach out. Every bone in my body wants to put up a fight and make it stop whatever is hurting them. But I can’t. I can’t see. I can’t speak. I can’t even move.

I’m helpless. And it fucking sucks.

The last time I heard anything from Brandon was back in the car outside that cabin. There is no way to tell how many hours had passed since then. There is no way to tell if nothing bad had alr