SHARON'S THIRD PERSON POV
The cold wind whipped against Sharon's face as rough hands dragged her along the narrow road. Her legs clicked sharply on the pavement, then snagged, sending her stumbling.
She just woke up few days ago, still trying to grasp the whole situation of being taken care of in such an isolated place.
"Where… where are you taking me?!" she cried, voice cracking.
The men didn't answer. One of them shoved her forward, the other blocking any escape. Her mind raced. Something felt… off. She couldn't remember how she ended up here and now this…
"Please… stop! Let me
Sharon's heart pounded. Panic clawed at her chest. She tried to pull free, but one man grabbed her arm, yanking her hard.
"I don't… I don't understand…" she muttered, head spinning. Her voice was small, fragile, unsure.
Then, as if by chance or maybe fate one of the men slipped on the gravel. Sharon's instincts screamed, and she lunged.
