ARIA'S POV
I sat on the edge of the massive bed, staring at the walls around me. The room was far too big, far too fancy, and yet it felt like a prison.
My mind was a tangled mess, with my thoughts crashing into one another like waves during a storm. What should I do? How do I get out of here?
Pacing the room restlessly, I clenched my hands together. My body ached from all the struggling earlier, but I couldn't bring myself to sit still.
I instinctively reached for my phone, driven by desperation. My heart dropped when I realized it was missing.
Had the soldiers taken it from me when they dragged me here?
I let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through my tangled hair. “Of course,” I muttered to myself bitterly. “Why wouldn’t they?”
The silence of the room was unbearable. I rushed to the door, banging my fist against it. “Hello? Is anyone there?” My voice was loud, shaking slightly, but no one answered.