>Eleina
"So, what should we do now?!"
I shouted the question at the empty air, my voice bouncing off the sterile white walls. I couldn't stop moving. My heels clicked a frantic rhythm on the floor as I paced back and forth, my thumb pressed against my teeth. I bit my nail until it stung, the metallic taste of anxiety filling my mouth.
The room was a bright, windowless box.
There was nothing inside but a single table and the woman I had kidnapped. I gripped the burner phone in my hand so hard I thought the plastic casing might snap.
"Calm down and stay wherever you are," the deep voice ordered from the other end.
"How am I supposed to calm down?!" I screamed back. I stopped pacing and nailed my feet on the floor and shot a look of pure hatred at the unconscious woman sitting so peacefully in the wheelchair.
"I'm the one stuck here! I'm the one who did the dirty work!"
