Chapter Forty Five

Ayva’s POV

I woke up to find myself bound to a chair on the rooftop of a building. The cold night air was biting at my skin, and panic surged through my veins as I struggled against the tight ropes restraining me. I was scared and confused, wondering who was responsible and why I was there.

Frantically, I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Although the place didn't seem familiar, I could tell I was still in New York. Long shadows moved across the rooftop, adding to the eerie atmosphere. But there was no sign of my captor, no indication of where exactly I was. I also realized that my purse and phone were missing.

"Is anyone there?" I yelled, my voice filled with fear. "Someone, please help!" My sense of dread heightened with each passing moment.

I wriggled in the chair, desperately trying to escape the tight ropes that were digging into my skin. I needed to free myself before my captor returned and carried out whatever twisted plans they had in store for me.

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