Jasmine and Cindy are face to face

★★★★

When Jasmine awoke, disoriented and groggy, she realized she was strapped to a stretcher, her body jostling as someone wheeled her through a dimly lit corridor. Panic clawed at her as fragmented memories flooded back—the last thing she remembered was trying to negotiate with the boss, only for him to inject her with something that pulled her into darkness once again.

"Where are you taking me?" Jasmine’s voice trembled as she struggled against the restraints, her heart racing with a frantic need to escape. Her hands and feet were bound tightly to the stretcher, rendering any attempt at freedom futile.

"Shut up, or I’ll gladly toss you into the water!" the man pushing her barked, his tone cold and devoid of sympathy. It was then that Jasmine caught sight of the looming shadows outside—a dark, hulking ship anchored near the dock. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. They were taking her onto that ship, and the alarm bells in her head began to ring with a deafening urge