C17 The white room

Aliyah’s POV:

“Let go of me you bastards!” I screamed, fighting the air as we left the scene of the kidnapping.

My heart raced as I struggled to free myself from iron grip of the man who held me down tightly.

“Shut her up,” one of them said sternly.

Soon a cloth with a strong smell was pressed violently on my nose and that was the last thing I remembered