225: Abducted?

Camilla The car sped through the city, and I could see glimpses of the mayhem outside through the windows. It was a chaotic mess—police cars, ambulances, and people running everywhere. The reality of what was happening sank in, and I felt a mix of fear and helplessness. The car eventually stopped, and the men pulled us out roughly. We were in an abandoned parking lot, dimly lit and eerily quiet. The men dragged us toward a rundown building, their hands gripping us tightly. My heart was racing, and I could barely think straight. Inside the building, the atmosphere was cold and bleak. The men tossed us into a small room, locking the door behind us. The room was empty except for a few old crates and broken furniture. Sasha and I sat on the floor, trying to make sense of the situation. The fear was overwhelming, but we had to stay strong for each other. We couldn’t let the panic take over. “Camilla, what are we going to do?” Sasha asked, her eyes wide with fear. “I don’t know,” I sai