C19 Puppet in his game

Elizabeth pov:

“I told you, they won’t come for you,” the voice echoed, cutting through the suffocating silence of the dark room.

Elizabeth sat in the corner, knees pulled to her chest, her back pressed against the cold wall. The dim light above flickered weakly, casting shadows that danced on the cracked concrete floor. It had been a week. Seven days of being trapped in this place, alone