Chapter Forty

Aya Starr 1.6k words

Evelyn's POV

The blindfold pressed against my eyes, amplifying my other senses. I could smell the faint scent of gasoline mixed with the musty odor of the old bus. My hands and legs, bound tightly with coarse rope, ached from the constriction. Every attempt to shift my position only resulted in...

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