Chapter 188

Clara's POV

It's been two days, at least I think it has. My only way of telling time was by how dark it got and the occasional meals they gave me.

My hands were tied behind my back to a pole.

I tried loosening the rope by wiggling my hands, but it was too tight.

The place was dusty, with nothing but sand and concrete around me. I wasn't conscious when they brought me here. If it wasn't some abandoned warehouse, it was most likely some unfinished building. We were definitely on a higher floor. I knew this because of the concrete staircase on the left. The foundation also ended further down, with bricks piled up on the edge.

The two guys who kidnapped me had their backs turned on me and were busy wiping the blades of their knives. If I was going to devise an escape plan, now was the time.

I noticed a broken glass piece on the floor. I tried stretching my leg out to kick it towards me, but I had no luck. It was too far, and my legs were too short.

I sighed in frustration. How else was I