• To Go Against A Multi Billionaire

Valerie was turning left and right on her bed, beads of sweat trickling down her face. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and even the spot which was lying down on the bed was moist.

Her chest kept rising and falling at an irregular pace until she finally shot up, gasping for her breath. She struggled with the handcuffs, hoping they would give in but as usual they didn't.

Her wrists were already sore and red with bruises from her struggle. She placed her palm on her chest, trying to steady her breathing.

The bad dream she just had was still replaying in her head. The feeling of apprehension washed over her, somewhere in the back of her mind she kept thinking that something terribly bad was about to happen or had already happened.

“Ethan…” she whispered under her breath, staring into space.

By now the effects of hunger had begun to manifest and she felt weak and light headed. She exhaled, fatigue getting the better of her. Her throat had already been sore from all the screaming an