A Bitter Freedom

Vivienne's POV.

The air outside the warehouse hit me like a punch. After days of being trapped in that dingy, suffocating space, the open world felt foreign, like I’d forgotten what freedom tasted like. I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, my body stiff and aching from days of being tied up.

Bram…that was his name. He had taken off the mask and I figured who he truly was. It was