*Beth’s POV*
When I woke up, I was locked in a dungeon. Being trapped against my will was starting to become an alarming trend recently. At least I wasn’t dead. Yet.
Had Rylan, Daniel, and Zed stuck me in the basement again? All because I snuck out? That would be the overreaction of the century. Rylan had said he wanted to punish me for giving Daniel the slip. Was this part of their retribution against me? If it was, they were going overboard.
I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. Holy crap. This wasn’t the basement in the villa. I was in a place so dark I could barely see my hand in front of me, and the concrete floor was covered in dirt and grime. I had to put my hand up to cover my nose because the smell almost knocked me back out. The odour was a mix between rotten eggs and a sewer.
Where the hell was I that smelled this terrible?