In a pitch-black room, Aria Sterling, dressed in a light purple shirt and white pants, sat with her eyes closed. Her hands were bound to a chair, and her body was slumped crookedly against the backrest.
She seemed to be asleep, her long eyelashes fluttering faintly with each steady breath.
From the depths of the darkness, a pair of murky, expressionless eyes stared intently at the girl.
About ten minutes later, Aria Sterling's eyelids lifted heavily. She didn't seem to be fully awake yet as she struggled to survey her surroundings.
When she was finally wide awake, she was stunned by what she saw.
Aria Sterling forced herself to calm down and carefully replayed the events that had just occurred.
To lure the snake from its hole, she had left work early for the suburbs. She'd stopped at a café for a coffee, then went to the rendezvous point at the appointed time.
