Lisa’s POV

The room was spinning when I came to.

At first, I thought I was dreaming — my limbs heavy, tongue dry, breath coming in short, erratic gasps. My eyes blinked open slowly to the pulse of an overhead bulb flickering in and out of life.

Then realisation crept in… The walls were bare. Cracked concrete. The scent of rust and mold filled the air, laced with something else, like gasoline.

I tried to move. That was when I realized my wrists were bound behind me. A sharp ache radiated ...