Chapter 193 You Refused

When Whitney regained consciousness, her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. She blinked, her vision blurry, taking in her surroundings—a gray cement floor, rusted steel bars piled nearby, and cracked, weather-stained walls. It looked like an abandoned factory, decayed and lifeless. She tried to sit up, but her hands and feet were tightly bound. The realization hit her like a freight train. She had been kidnapped. Panic surged through her veins, and her chest tightened as she struggled against the ropes. Hearing a faint rustling behind her, she twisted her neck to see where the sound was coming from. Amy was lying on the floor, also tied up, with a dirty rag stuffed in her mouth. "Amy…" Whitney called softly, her voice shaky. Amy lifted her head, her expression surprisingly composed, though her eyes flashed with anger. She squirmed, managing to twist her body slightly to face Whitney. "Do you know why we're here?" Whitney asked in a low voice. Then she re