“Are you alright?” a refined tone enquired.
An awful smell wafted in the air. This isn’t the warehouse and there was something strange about this place. The awful smell. It was the stench of death.
Jane opened her bleary eyes.
“Where the hell am I?” she mutters. Her head was reeling from a concussion and it hurt pretty bad that she could barely move her limbs.
“This is not the underworld if that is what your mind is thinking,” another voice spoke from behind. “You need some time to cool off, Miss Lucas.”
Jane at this time couldn’t think of a better guess of where she is and the situation she was about to face. What she could remember was being shackled to a wooden chair in a warehouse. This strange place is awful and there’s no way it’s close to home. She was supposed to be findi
