~Sienna~

The sound of my own voice is the only thing filling the room, and it sounds thin and desperate. "Julian! Julian, please!" I scream, my throat already raw from the dust and the crying. I struggle against the ropes, the old bed frame screeching under me like a dying animal. "Julian, come here! Let me go! Think about what you're doing!"

I hear heavy, uneven footsteps outside the door. It swings open with a bang, hitting the wooden wall. Julian stands there, leaning against the frame. He ...