When Sam and Rocky finally stirred awake, the first thing they noticed was that their hands were bound tightly to the armrests of the plush seats. Panic surged through them as they tried to move their legs, only to realize they were paralyzed.
Their eyes darted around the luxurious cabin, and it dawned on them—they were in a private jet. The sleek leather seats, the polished wood accents, the soft hum of the engines—they were unmistakably in the air. And it was clear who had brought them here.
Lara.
But why were they tied up? And why couldn't they move their legs? Fear tightened its grip around their chests. They exchanged terrified glances, neither able to find the words to make sense of what was happening.
"Hello, guys. You're finally awake," Lara's voice broke the tense silence. She strolled over to them, her heels clicking softly against the cabin floor, a bright smile plastered across her face.
