As the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, she slowly stirred, her mind still foggy from sleep. But something felt... off. A sense of unease settled in her stomach. She opened her eyes, only to find herself unable to move, her body restricted by tight restraints. Panic shot through her veins, and her breath quickened.
The room felt cold, unfamiliar, and her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against the ropes, only to find them unyielding. Fear gripped her as her mind raced. How did she end up here? Who had done this? She couldn't remember, but the weight of her helplessness pressed heavily on her, making the air feel thick and suffocating.
Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of movement, any hint of who or what might be watching her from the shadows. Every sound seemed amplified in the silence—her own heartbeat, the rustling of the sheets beneath her, the distant creaking of wood.
Her breath caught as she heard a door creak open.