It sounded like a storm was heading towards my direction. The leaves ran slowly on the ground with the calm wind. The evening was setting with the perfect orangish yellow colour in the sky. Or was it red colour? I couldn't figure through the small window.
There was no one except me in the pitch black room, tied to a chair. I tried to get out, but my yanking only made the ropes tighten. A frustrating sigh left my mouth and I stomped my leg on the ground, hoping it would open up and I would get to escape. But to my avail no such thing happened.
But how the hell did I get in here? And who the fuck had guts to tie me up with chains and ropes? Why the hell do anyone want anyway? My brain was pondering over the thought of what must have happened to my baby Amara when I am roped up like this. The feeling itself made me throw all the contents of my stomach to the already filthy ground.