It was eerily silent, not the peaceful kind, but the tense silence before the storm, which made every breath feel heavier.
The faded voices of a group talking amongst themselves resonated through the walls of an abandoned building.
Four men stood in each corner of the square hall, all holding weapons in their hands but not alert. Two of them were chatting with their girlfriends, while two were watching reels.
A girl sat in the middle of the hall, her hands and legs tightly bound to the wooden chair, a strip of duct tape sealing her mouth shut.
"Mmm!" A slight sound from the girl, who was awakening, or more like gaining consciousness after the dose of chloroform was fading away, alerted the men.
Elara struggled against the ropes as her mind registered the kind of position she was in. The events from before rushed to her mind, and tears brimmed in her eyes that were blindfolded with a black cloth.
