Elena

It had been three days since I was captured and I was starting to lose hope of anyone coming to rescue me. Slowly, I tried to open my heavy-lidded eyes. I was still in the same white room they had kept in.

My legs and hands were shackled to the bed which moved quite unbearable. 

I winced as I tried to turn to my side because I had been lying on my back for too long, and it aches.

I heard footsteps down the hallway, and the door to the room I was in swung open. A man who I barely recognized on a white lab coat stepped in. ...