Chapter 27-Shoot Her
Isabella's POV My head hurt like crazy. A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed behind my eyes with every heartbeat. I groaned, trying to move, but my body wouldn't listen. Everything felt fuzzy, disconnected. I could feel movement, like I was being bounced around in the trunk of a car. My arms were tied tightly behind my back, and tape covered my mouth. Everywhere was dark. These bastards had the guts to throw me in here like garbage. I struggled hard, twisting my body, but the space was too tight. Panic clawed at my throat. I hated dark places. I hated small spaces even more. They gave me terrible anxiety, made my chest feel like it was caving in. And yet here I was, trapped in this metal box with no air, no light, no way out. ‘Let me out!’ I wanted to scream, but the words came out as mu
- Writer
