A R I A N A

The cab stopped at the old, crumbling warehouse my heart was pounding so hard it hurt, I paid the driver and got out, my legs feeling like jelly.

Before I could even take a step, two big men grabbed me they were my father’s guards.

“Let me go! I need to see my son!” I screamed, fighting against them.

They didn’t say a word.

They just dragged me inside the dark, cold warehouse, the smell of oil and dust made me cough.

They took me to a small, ...