Chapter 165

• Stacy’s POV
• I slowly opened my eyes but I'm trapped in darkness, my eyes covered by a thick cloth that suffocates my vision. A rag is stuffed into my mouth, gagging me, making it hard to breathe. I'm disoriented, my mind racing with fear. I try to remember how we got here, but my memories are hazy, then everything started to come together and I remember being taken by those men, and Ella’s hand being ripped from mine.
• I feel the van moving, the motion making my stomach disturb. I feel like I want to puke. I'm lying on a hard, metal floor, my hands tied behind my back. I try to struggle, but the ropes are too tight.