Vivian Yates's heart dropped as if a bomb had gone off, and her mind started to buzz.
"Mmph, mmph—"
She struggled desperately but couldn't make a sound. The person had a death grip on her mouth, dragging her in the opposite direction.
Her assailant was likely a man; she could feel the explosive power in his muscles and his immense strength.
She didn't know how long they dragged her, but just as Vivian Yates felt she was about to suffocate, her assailant abruptly threw her down.
Like a fish thrown back into water, she greedily sucked in lungfuls of oxygen, her breaths coming in loud, heavy pants.
After a moment, once her breathing had settled, she suddenly realized she was steeped in pitch-black darkness.
She propped herself up on her hands, feeling nothing but sand and dirt beneath her.
'Where am I? Is anyone there?'
'Why did that person grab me? Or rather, who sent him?'
The first person Vivian Yates thought of was Ashley Grant!
