Chapter 257: Van with a laced twist

Talia The van hit another bump, causing me to wince in pain. I was awake! I thought to myself as I began to squirm once more in hopes of catching something to see when I heard another male voice. “Check up on her. I hear that she has some resistance to the poison,” he said. “Give her another shot.” “Oh no,” I said to myself as I felt another prick of a needle in my arm. My surroundings seemed to blur again, the weight of exhaustion and despair pressing down on me. Left alone in the dark, I could feel the icy tendrils of fear and sorrow tightening around my heart. The silence of the van was oppressive, and the lack of any human presence only heightened my sense of isolation. My mind spiraled into a chasm of anxiety and sadness. In the deepening darkness, my thoughts turned inward, replaying the moments before the attack. “Hello,” I had smiled into the phone when Baron called me. “Have you left yet?” His voice was deep, a rumble in the phone and against my ear, making me wish for not