Chapter 142

Franklin was still lying on the cold concrete floor. His body felt weak, and the pain continued to radiate throughout his muscles. His breathing was labored, not only because of the pain tormenting his body, but also because of the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind. Every second that passed seemed to be a reminder of how desperate her situation was. However, she knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to stay focused and find an opening to escape.

The atmosphere in the room was getting tense. The concrete walls surrounding Franklin felt more and more constricting, adding to the heavy weight pressing down on his chest. In the corners of the room, droplets of water fell to the floor in a monotonous rhythm, as if marking the cruel passing of time. The light coming in through the cracks in the walls was almost useless, leaving only dark shadows dancing around the room. The sound of the wind rustling outside the building could be heard faintly, adding to the deep sense of iso