Allison POV
"Sexy dancing..."
My mind is elsewhere, far from this madness. Their voices are a distant echo, barely penetrating the thick fog I've wrapped around myself. It's as if I've slipped out of reality, retreating to a place where their words can't reach me. I can see their mouths moving, sense their frustration, but it's all muted, like a scene playing out behind soundproof glass.
"...090...!?"
"Girl...!"
"Hey...!"
They're snapping at me, screaming at me, desperate to pull me back to the harshness of the present, but I push them further away, sinking deeper into this haze I've created.
"...Douse her in ice... Or no gasoline... Why don't we light her up and see if comes back!"
The eagerness in this person's voice brings me back to reality. I look up at this person and sigh in frustration, it's Zain. He has come to the basement to witness my torture.
