Chapter 4

The liquid burned down my throat, but a surge of desperate energy flooded through me. This wasn't happening. I wouldn't let it happen.

As Amanda turned to set down the flask, my gaze locked on a heavy metal supply box on the shelf beside me. The moment her attention shifted, I twisted violently against my captors' grip, throwing my weight forward. My sudden movement caught them off guard, loosening their hold just enough.

"You little bitch," one of them hissed as I lunged for the box.

My fingers closed around cold metal. With strength born of pure terror, I swung…