Chapter 135. Captive

Manuela

Panic engulfed me as I surveyed the dark surroundings. There was no lighting in that place, and the air felt heavy, as if there was a lack of oxygen to breathe. Perhaps I should consider myself lucky for the cold night, surely a temperature below twenty degrees, because under other circumstances, that stuffy place would have been unbearable.

I tried to remain calm despite the despair consuming me. As I was pushed through the rooms of the house, I made an effort to pay attention to every detail, as if my survival depended on it. I noticed that there was no furniture in the entire house. Absolutely nothing. At least in the areas I passed through before being thrown into a room and locked in there, without a single word spoken.

The feeling of isolation and uncertainty was terrifying. I had no idea where I was, and Marcão, after instructing them to take my belongings and take me to the hideout, said nothing more. Being dragged into a car with f