My fingers... every single one hurts...
Isla drifted back to consciousness slowly, choking on a cloud of dust, lungs struggling to draw a full breath.
"Cough cough!" A rusty, foul stench filled her nose and mouth, nausea rolling through her instantly.
She forced her eyes open to a tilted, disorienting world. Her legs and ankles were bound, and she'd been dumped on the ground like discarded trash.
Covered head to toe in grime, only her sharp, alert eyes stayed clear.
Kidnapped. Again.
Unbelievable. What did I do to deserve this level of luck?
Her pulse spiked, panic climbing straight into her throat. She forced herself to breathe slow, to think.
Don't let them know you're conscious.
Isla shut her eyes again, cracking them just enough to take stock of the space.
An abandoned wareho
