Chapter Sixty-seven

Eleanor's head pounded in pain the minute she peeled her eyes open. Everywhere ached apart from her head. Her muscles had almost gone numb with the pain, and when she fully regained consciousness, she realized her hands were tied to the back.

Panic shot through her as she sat up on the floor, whipping her head around to see where she was. It was an empty warehouse, filled with nothing but an eerie silence and her frantic breathing. The ropes bound her wrists tighter when she tried to struggle out of them. It was no use. She was trapped.

Eleanor pushed herself off the floor and staggered to her feet as she looked around for a way out. All corners were sealed. It was not like whoever put her in that situation would make it easy to escape, Eleanor thought to herself.

A single ray of sunlight peeked in through a tiny hole, and she ran to it for a view outside. She was greeted with the sight of nothing. Just bushes and wavering leaves that swayed along with the wind.

Was she in the middle