CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: The Assassin's Lair

TAMANA Minjari's sore eyes opened up to a dimly-lit room that was filled with nothing but bricks and what appeared to be empty bags of cement scattered all over.

She was still trying to figure out how she had gotten there when she felt the restraints on her wrists and ankles, binding her tightly to the wooden chair she was sitting on. Then it all came rushing back, the floodgates of her brain overflowing with all the painful memories, starting with her escape from the police post, all the way to when she blacked out after someone had attacked her from behind.

She could only think of one person who could have done this to her, no matter how much she tried to put it out of her mind as she struggled with her binds, terror already overwhelming her.

Where was she? She asked herself. Where was her captor? Where was. . .

"You're awake," a voice spoke, intruding Tamana's thoughts who twisted her neck to get a dreadful look at the person that had turned her life into a living hell.