Lena
Fear gripped my chest. With the way Uncle's eyes were fixed on me, I knew I had no means of escaping. My eyes shifted to the gun back to his face. The shock was evident on his face. Without hesitation, I pushed the door open completely, stepping inside. He quickly hide the gun at the back of his pocket. "What are you doing here, Lena?" I thought his voice would come out raspy as someone who was shocked, instead, it was calm.
"What are you doing with a gun? And where is this place?" My eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room scanning it. It's nothing like the private room of his which he brought me to, the other time. The aura of the room was kind of weird. The room looks old with a thatched ceiling and peeling walls. An old bed was situated at the center of the room with a bedsheet
