Kidnapping Twist

POV: Sienna

The next morning came slow, heavy like fog. I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. The bed under me was soft, the room warm. But my body still ached, and the memory of being trapped in that van clung to me like smoke.

I sat up slowly, my limbs stiff and sore. I’d slept in one of the boys' T-shirts, and even though I’d showered twice, I still didn’t feel clean. My