The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the deserted highway as Lucia's car disappeared into the distance after she dropped the three injured men.
Volkan, Tynan, and Darth stood there, watching the vehicle grow smaller until it vanished completely, swallowed by the horizon, unable to think or do anything besides that.
They were free which felt so strange even though they only spent a week being locked up and chained.
They were left alone, in nothing but their torn t-shirts and dirty worn-out pants and shoes, the only reminder of the ordeal they had endured.
The events of the past week felt surreal, like a fever dream that refused to release its grip on their minds.
The basement.
The chains.
The searing pain.
The torture.
Lucia had infiltrated their world so completely, yet they had no idea how she managed to turn their own penthouse into a prison.
And now, she was gone, she freed them and left.
