Chapter 43
Captive
(Esha’s POV)
The air was thick and stale, clinging to my skin as Victor led me deeper into the dark, dingy warehouse. I stumbled as he dragged me along, his grip like iron around my wrist, bruising and relentless. The room was dimly lit, with only a few bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move with each flicker of light.
The warehouse was as cold and empty as Victor’s gaze. Piles of discarded crates and broken furniture littered the floor, and the walls were stained with years of grime. I tried to calm the pounding of my heart, tried to think of a way out, but every option seemed to slip away as he tightened his hold on me.
He shoved me into a corner, smirking as I stumbled and caught myself against the cold, rough wall. “You r
