She's Gone

(Camilla’s POV) The sting of the ropes digging into my wrists fades into the background as Frank's fist collides with my stomach again. The pain radiates through my body, every nerve on fire, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a scream. I bite down hard on my lip, tasting blood, and struggle to catch my breath. Frank steps back, breathing heavily, a cruel smirk twisting his features. He wipes the sweat from his brow, looking down at me with a mixture of disdain and amusement. “You’re tougher than you look,” he sneers, cracking his knuckles. “But let’s see how long that lasts.” I want to spit something back at him, some sharp retort to let him know he hasn’t broken me yet, but the words catch in my throat. Instead, I glare up at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* Before Frank can land another blow, a series of sharp, rapid cracks pierce the air—gunshots. They echo through the walls, faint but unmistakable. Frank freezes, his s