Chapter 119

Zane's POV When I regained consciousness, I found myself tied to a chair, my mouth gagged. I winced in pain as the sharp sting in the back of my head spread throughout my body. But what terrified me most was that my hands and feet were bound to the chair. I squirmed, twisting and turning my wrists, but I couldn't break free from the ropes. The coarse rope cut into my skin, and with every struggle, the raw wounds stung even more. I looked around frantically. It was a shabby room, with cartons piled up in one corner and broken furniture in another. The cobwebs packed into the corners. The overhead bulb spread a yellow light over the room. This seemed to be a storeroom. Looking at the worn-out walls, with paint peeling off here and there, and the dampness in the corners, it seemed like an abandoned building. The musty smell mixed with rusted iron, tobacco, and alcohol filled my nostrils every time I inhaled. I remembered my father hitting me from behind. The thought that he had kidnapped