Zora’s POV
Standing there, my heart pounded like a frantic drum as I acknowledged the futility of eavesdropping. when I bent and tried to hear what was being said inside. The stranger's words echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the danger that surrounded me. With each passing moment, the weight of the unknown grew heavier, like a shroud of mist closing in. I eyed the door warily, feeling the sharp edges of the risks involved ready to cut me if I made the wrong move.I wasn’t the first plaything, that I was sure of. It also meant that whatever had happened to those girls was not what I should let happen to me.
Gulping down my fear, I inched away from the door, my insatiable curiosity egging me on. It was the basement that beckoned now, a subterranean chamber likely hiding secrets mor
