The dimly lit room served as the eerie backdrop for the unfolding nightmare. Aiden and Sara, their bodies bound and helpless, were now at the mercy of their captors.
After a disoriented moment, consciousness returned to them like a harsh slap, their eyes fluttering open to the grim reality of their situation.
Sara's gaze darted around the room in panic, her heart pounding in her chest.
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Aiden beside her, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos.
She sighed with a mixture of relief and apprehension—Aiden was safe, at least for now. Yet, the bindings that secured them sent a shiver of unease through her. It was clear that something was terribly wrong.
Aiden's voice, tinged with concern, pierced the tense atmosphere. "Sara, are you alright?" His eyes scanned her form, a mixture of worry and determination in his gaze.
