Yu Mengyao dragged Su Qing into a decrepit, abandoned building, the air thick with dust and decay.
With a ruthless shove, Yu Mengyao threw Su Qing into the corner. Her body hit the ground hard, her head slamming against the rough wall. A sharp burst of pain exploded at the back of her skull before everything faded into darkness.
When she groggily regained consciousness, her vision swam, and a dull, relentless throbbing pounded in her head. Disoriented, she blinked against the dim light filtering through the gaps in the walls. A sickening realization crept over her—she had been kidnapped.
She shifted, only to find herself bound and helpless. Coarse rope bit into the delicate skin of her wrists, pinning her hands behind her back, while another set of restraints dug into her ankles, preventing her from moving freely. A strip of tape sealed her lips shut, muffling any cries for help.
