The Audacious Captive

Cora.

His whistling was the first thing that woke me up. I writhed in pain, inhaling dust off the ground. The chord he had tied me with ate into my skin. If i didn’t die by his hands, I’d probably die of blood poisoning. What on earth did these people want with me that they kidnapped me countless times in just a few hours?

The whistling stopped, instantly replaced with humming. I forced my eyes op