SOPHIA'S POV

The smell of wet rust and old sea water was the first thing I noticed.

My head was pounding hard as I slowly came back to myself. My mouth tasted bitter and dry. I tried to lift my arms, but thick nylon ropes held my wrists tight behind the back of a wooden chair. My ankles were tied just as tightly. The ropes cut into my skin, and my fingers felt cold and numb.

The parking garage.

The memory came back to me in pieces. I had stepped out of the elevator. A shadow had moved behind me. Before I could even scream for help, a heavy rag...