Aria
My eyes flicker open, a low groan escapes my lips as I feel my throat still throbbing and burning. I slowly survey my surroundings before I notice.. I am not on the ground, no- it seems like I am in some kind of encasement. I am half sitting on, my knees huddled up to my chest, with barely enough room for me to even move my hands.
A surge of panic fill my veins. Furthermore, a strangled cry escaped my lips as I try beating on it. It is even made of wood?
"Oh my goodness," sweat begins to drip from my forehead as I see my life flash before my eyes again.
Ryder could not kill me by strangling, so he might have thought burying me alive was better.
I beat on the walls of this confinement, screaming at the top of my lungs, "Someone! Anyone!"
I am slowly running out of air, and it is not helping my fear of closed spaces.
I beat as hard as I can wondering what I am supposed to do now. I can not die here, not when a filthy rogue is behind this!
