Chapter 70 — Who's Blood Is It?

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was lying in a hole, the dirt walls closing in around me. A wave of panic washed over me as I tried to sit up, but a searing pain in my head made me flinch. My hand instinctively went to my forehead, and when I pulled it back, I saw it was covered in blood.
The pain was excruciating, throbbing in time with my racing heart. I tried to remember how I ended up there, but my memories were hazy. Suddenly, fragments began to resurface – the sound of footsteps pounding behind me, the feeling of being pursued, the desperation to escape.