Elizabeth POV
“Let me go!” She yelled, struggling against the confines that tied her to a chair—her vision still blocked by a bag, or it could be a pillow case, she wasn’t sure. She’d had to calm herself a few times—closing her eyes and going to her happy place. Trying to stop herself from having a panic attack.
She hated narrow spaces. She swallowed—trying to ease her dry throat.
How had she ended up in this situation? What was going on? Where was she?
She could hear a door opening—footsteps approaching. Elizabeth shut her eyes against the sudden blinding light as whatever was on her head was pulled off her roughly. She could hear a chair scraping the floor—drawing closer as a shiver ran down her spine.
The room was musty—smelling of cigarettes and sweat.
“Ms. Livingstone, it’s a pl
