Lisa's POV
My eyes fluttered open as I struggled to fully wake up, but a sudden, foul odor hit my nose. I could smell it—the disgusting stench. It was the scent of something decaying mixed with the smell of blood.
The rotten smell forced my eyes open, and it took me a few seconds to realize I was back in the cell.
“You are awake,” I heard an unfamiliar voice, and I looked in the direction of the sound to see a woman squatting beside me. Judging her age, I guessed she must be in her late forties. Our eyes met, and she gave me a comforting smile, but I could see a hint of sadness in her gaze.
“Welcome back, Lisa,” the woman said, and I furrowed my brows. She knew my name?
The decaying smell hit my nose again, and I slowly turned toward its source, swallowing painfully when I realized it
