Betty's POV. 

The moment the masked man left, the room tilted.

A wave of blackness crashed over my vision, the walls, the ropes, and everything.

Then, cold water splashed across my face, sharp enough to yank me violently back into my body.

I choked, jerking awake with a gasp.

“Get up,” a rough voice snapped.

Hands seized my arms, dragging me upright before my vision fully cleared. 

My legs wobbled as they kept pulling until I stumbled forward.

“Wh—where are you taking me?” ...