Tanya’s POV

The chilly temperature is what wakes me, and I peel back my eyelids to the cold and impersonal small room that I’m in. The soreness of my body suggests I’ve been on the ground for a while, and I try to move my hands but they’re uncomfortably restricted as tight rope bounds my ankles and wrists. The slow rhythmic pulse of my heart now escalates in a race, I begin to panic, and I no longer can find the air in my lungs to breathe.

I’ve been kidnapped.

And I start to fear the worst.

However, before my body goes into hyperventilation, I spot another body to my right. Cathy. And realizing it’s my husband’s sister calms me enough to crawl over to her. “Cathy. Cathy wake up!”

I shake her with my tethered hands till I detect movement from her and can see that she’s beginning to stir. Her eyes blink frantically before she is conscious enough to speak. “Oh god, where are we?”

“Cathy, do you remember seeing who captured you?”

She shakes her head. “No, all I remember was being hit with