~CHAPTER 18~

"Myraaaaaa!!!!!!!!"

"Siena!" Myra exclaims seeing her best friend in front of her, looking beaten up and bruised. Blood smeared on her white strap silk dress dripping down from a deep cut on her right cheek and her head wound. Her hands and legs tied to a wooden chair, Myra shivers at the sight before her.

Myra tries to run towards her but something hold her back from her waist, even her legs are not moving, feeling paralyzed. Siena's cries echo's in the dark room. Myra shout loudly yet her voice cannot be heard, she felt tears falling from her eyes watching the helpless state of her friend.

She looks around but everything is dark except the light bulb hanging on top of Siena, making her wounds look brighter. The familiar place comes to her head, this was the same room where Dylan had brought her to.

"Please! Leave her alone! Siena....." Myra begs falling down on her knees, speaking to herself yet no voice comes from her. "Please....."