Chapter 24: Desperate Straits

(Aline POV) I wanted to refuse, but when I opened my mouth, I couldn't form complete sentences. Then I was pushed into a room. The door clicked shut, sealing off my escape route. "This smell..." I wrinkled my nose. Mildew, cheap perfume, and a pungent disinfectant smell mixed together like rotting food, hitting me right in the face. My stomach churned with nausea—I almost threw up. "What kind of dump is this?" I muttered quietly, trying to struggle to sit up, but found myself stuck like...