Rose POV

Darkness. A musty cloth bag over my head. It was all too familiar. I had been kidnapped.

I tried to remain calm, but I couldn't slow down my rapidly beating heart or stop the fear from creeping in. Unlike the previous time, there was no controlled air ventilation or the warmth of a roaring fire. There was no comfortable leather seat; instead, I was sitting on what felt like a hard wooden chair. I could hear the dripping sound of a leak ...