174: Who Hired you? - Part 2

The dimly lit room where Lucy was held captive seemed even darker after two days of isolation. The only sound was the occasional drip of water from a leaky pipe somewhere in the building. Lucy, weak and disoriented, had lost track of time. Her body ached from the cold, damp floor, and her mind was clouded by exhaustion and fear.

Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open, and Jackson entered the room, his footsteps echoing ominously. He carried a tray with a small bottle of water and a stale piece of bread. Lucy's eyes followed him as he approached, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jackson set the tray down beside her and crouched, his face inches from hers. "Miss me, Lucy?" he sneered, his voice laced with contempt.

Lucy didn't respond. She had learned that any reaction only fueled his sadistic pleasure.