Complications

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Zoey felt the car come to a halt and then she was dragged down from it. Her legs were hurried through staircases and the tight grip around her arm pulled her through what felt like hallways.

A strong pungent smell hit her and she was forced into one of her intense coughing fits. She has always been sensitive to smells and tends to always give a negative reaction when they tick her off.

This one smelled like a reckless mixture of cigarettes, blunts, and something stronger. She didn't know their names. Hell, she doesn't get high on those things. But her insides were churning and raving with the urge to puke.

"Where are you taking me?" She dared to ask. Her eyes were blindfolded and had been that way since they took her from the building. Her hands were tied up when they got inside the car. She was totally at their mercy and that left her dead scared. The thought that they might kill her off scared her shitless.

"You'll find out soon." The deep, Russian accent sent ch