As long as I didn't die, I could continue to be their tool for stress relief.
My consciousness fluctuated between excruciating pain and unconsciousness.
The sounds around me were a blur, as if they were muffled through a thick fog of blood.
Someone roughly grabbed my hair, dragging me into a damp and dark basement, throwing me onto the cold cement floor.
"Mr. Genevan said not to let her die, we need her for tomorrow."
The iron door slammed shut with a bang and the darkness swallowed everything.
I curled up in the corner, trembling from the pain all over my body. My tears had long since dried up, leaving only numbness.
I didn’t know how much time passed, but Mike’s impatient voice echoed in the brightened surveillance screen.
"Why can’t I get through to Karen’s phone?"
"Mike, don’t worry, she is probably just busy with work."
"Bullshit! No matter how busy she is, she will never ignore my calls!"
Mike's voice carried a distinct hint of panic.
My heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible hand had clenched it tight and I dared not even breathe too deeply.
He’s looking for me.
The next moment, Mike received another call.
The voice of my close friend, Kyle, came through clearly.