Inside a dimly lit room, Anna sleeps on the bed in a fetal position.
She had fought against the drug that was used on her in the car and dialed numbers on her phone wildly and blindly but she was unable to stay awake long enough to ask for help. Her phone had also been taken away by her abductor.
She had been like that since she was brought in a few hours ago and has not moved.
She was still, almost like she was dead except for her subtle breathing rhythm.
The door opened and a woman walked in, another man trailing closely behind her.
She got close to where Anna was sleeping and gently poked her on the face.
"Wow, I guess all your father's power and wealth has a limit. No one can rescue you now. Not even Nicholas" she murmured in satisfaction.
