Miriam's POV
Pure fear pulses through my veins at this moment. I sit tied to a chair as I look at my unconscious mother who is hanging from the ceiling in chains. Her lip is bleeding, and her breathing is shallow. "Ma, please wake up", I choked out softly, trying to stay quiet at the same time. I fiddled with my restraints, attempting to untie myself.
Of course, my attempts were met with failure, over and over again. I growled in frustration. "Ma, wake up, please", I pleaded, stomping my feet. The door of the run-down room we were in, opened. "She probably won't wake up any time soon. We hit her pretty hard", a middle-aged man chuckled.
I clamped my mouth shut and watched him closely. "My boss has been waiting to meet you for a long time", he grinned. The maliciousness on his face mad
