*Zefra's POV*
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I think it has been more than forever that I am inside this room with concrete white walls and a tiled floor. It's just that I don't have any idea of what time is it, or if is it morning or night. It's like a freaking white box since it has no windows at all. But, it's a good thing that there is a vent, a restroom, a bed with sheets and pillows, and this shitty magazine that has been my only source of entertainment.
Maybe it's about thirty hours that I am inside this room. I don't know if what is happening outside here. Or if what happened to those idiotic kidnappers. What I only know is I am more than two thousand and five hundred miles away from home, and away from my loved ones. I also know that they could be so damn worried about me. And, I still have a mess with m
