Chapter 72. Abducted

Sofie’s POV

I woke up to the sound of the same shrill female laughter that I had heard before everything went dark. As soon as I blinked an eye open, I immediately knew I was in grave danger. The place I was in looked like a basement, or should I say a dark, horrifying den. I was sitting on a chair, tied to it with a coarse rope that dug into my skin with every little movement I made, and my mouth was sealed with duct tape.

I had also been stripped of the clothes I was wearing earlier. Now, I was dressed in a short, dirty camisole that loosely hung off my shoulder and barely reached my thighs. I felt so awfully vulnerable and exposed.

“Looks like the bitch has finally woken up.” I heard the awfully familiar, high-pitched voice.

Lana. She was standing right in front of me, with her head cocked to the right and a ple