CELESTE ‘s POV

They say silence is the worst kind of prison.

But silence with footsteps in the dark…that’s terror.

I woke up with my hands tied, the coarse rope digging into my wrists.

My head throbbed from where one of them had shoved me against the car door.

The smell of damp concrete filled my nose, and when my eyes adjusted to the shadows, I realized I wasn’t in some random alley.

It was a basement.

Low ceiling with rusted pipes dripping water. A single bulb swinging overhead.

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