Sheila’s POV

A forceful shove sent my head sinking into a water tank that had me spitting water from my mouth, knocking strength from my lungs.

My eyes parted, the room tilting before my eyes. I held my forehead, squinting my eyes from the sudden light, and gnashing my teeth from the pounding headache. My fingers felt my clogged hair filled with mud, and debris, and a large amount of my apparel soaked at the upper part.

What is this place and what happened? Slowly the incident that pulled me into this state came floating into my vision memory, the way Santiago sneaked up on me at the garden, exposed...