Chapter 57 Escaped

• Cassia’s head leaned back against the cold, damp wall, the sharp pain in her skull barely fading. The silence around her was heavy, suffocating. Only the occasional sniffles or muted sobs from the other women filled the darkness. They were five in total—five lives stolen from the outside world, now trapped in a nightmare none of them had prepared for.
• But unlike the others, Cassia couldn’t let this be her end.
• She looked to her left, her eyes finally adjusting to the low light filtering through the slits above the metal door. Marcella sat stiffly, her arms wrapped around her knees, her expression tight and unreadable. The detective aura still clung to her, even in captivity. She had that sharp gaze—the one that saw too much but said too little.