Fiona’s POV
The heavy shroud of darkness slowly recedes as I gradually regain consciousness. My senses slowly come into focus, revealing a cold, sterile room and the unyielding ropes that bind me like an animal to a pipe against the wall.
Panic grips me as I take in my surroundings, realizing I've been kidnapped. The realization is like a punch to the gut, and the dread intensifies when I make out Leah’s form sitting on a chair looking down at me, her face twisted with a malevolent glee.
My throat feels dry, but I muster the strength to speak, my voice a mere whisper in the oppressive silence.
"Leah, you poisoned the bracelet you gifted me?"
The question hangs in the air, the answer already clear in the set of her wicked smile.
Leah's grin widens, a maniacal glint in her eyes.
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