Katelyn’s POV

I woke up groggy and disoriented, my head pounding like I’d been dropped from a height.

Cold air bit at my skin, and as I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my wrists.

I was tied up.

Thick rope bound my hands tightly behind my back, cutting into my skin.

My ankles were also restrained, and I could feel the rough concrete beneath me. I tried to sit up, but the ache in my muscles made it hard to shift.

My surroundings slowly came into focus.

It was an old warehouse. ...