Alex Lunaria POV
They dragged me naked into a room, where I was confronted with traumatizing vivid images of sexual activities. My heart raced as I struggled to break free, clenching my fists in defiance.
"Let go of me!" I shouted, the air thick with the pungent aroma of sweat and sex, making my stomach churn and head spin.
"Where are we going?" I asked, desperate for answers.
"And what is this place?" I demanded, hoping for a response.
"Let go of me," I shouted, trying to break free from their grip, which was painful.
"Stop treating me like a child!" I spat, my voice trembling with rage, my hands shaking as I tried to break free.
"Hey, teen, it will be better if you cooperate with us," the lady who came to my room earlier told me.
"I asked a question and I deserve a response. Where am I going? My veins popped out of my neck.
