Lydia's POV
I am incredibly sensitive to every sensation that is happening around me. They put a rug on my head midway reaching to the spot, where the cars have halted. I'm bound with ropes all around my body, restricting every movement I can make.
"Keep moving, woman." The guard, with a gruff voice, commands, nudging me forward by my shoulder.
I breathe out heavily, clutching my eyes shut as the excess tear drops roll down my cheeks. I don't know where I am; they wouldn't have let me see the route so I could plan my escape. The rug over my head, however, captured very specks of sight around me. Through the small holes in the rug, I could figure out that I'd been brought to an abandoned factory.
"Boss, she's here. What do you want us to do with her?"
What do they possibly want to do with me!?