Elizabeth Pov:

  "LET ME GO!!" Her yells of frustration filled the room, echoing off the walls. Exhaustion, fear, and desperation consumed her. She felt trapped, longing to escape the darkness that suffocated her.

  But, in her mind, a voice whispered, "It's your fault. You should have kept quiet, not tried to escape. Now, you're stuck here, in this darkness, with no one to blame but yourself."

  The darkness was her greatest fear. Not being able to see, not being able to touch anything without uncertainty, was driving her mad. She needed light, and hope, or else she'd succumb to the abyss of insanity.

  "GET ME OUT!! PLEASE, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN, I PROMISE!" She begged, her voice cracking, her dignity shattered. She never thought she'd stoop so low as to beg her kidnappers, but here she was, pleading for mercy. She was strong, capable, and independent, but the darkness and isolation had taken their toll. She couldn't muster the courage to confront her captor, the person who had ripped her away from her family and stolen her happiness.

  It had been over seven weeks since she'd been trapped in this nightmare, at the mercy of a psycho who reveled in her suffering. "I swear to God, bastard, just let me out of here, and I'll make sure you pay for this," she muttered in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible due to her parched throat.

  Her body ached from hunger and dehydration, her stomach growling in protest. She needed water, or else she feared she might not survive this ordeal. "At least give me some water, you jerk," she begged, her voice cracking with desperation.

  She mumbled tiredly, her voice barely audible, as exhaustion consumed her. The darkness seemed to be closing in, suffocating her, and she felt herself on the verge of fainting. The more she struggled to stay conscious, the more terrified she became. Hunger and thirst had taken a devastating toll on her body, and all she craved was comfort – the comfort of light, of hope, of freedom.

  The darkness was a living entity, wrapping itself around her like a shroud, and she felt herself being pulled into its abyss. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of rescue, of salvation, but they seemed like distant dreams, unattainable and fleeting.

  "It looks like you've learned your lesson," a figure sneered, crouching down in front of her. But she was beyond caring, her exhaustion and despair consuming her. As the darkness closed in, she couldn't hold on any longer and slumped forward, fainting on the spot.

  Little did she know, her captor was cradling her in his arms, carrying her back to the room she'd been trapped in. "You thought I'd let you die too soon?" he taunted, his voice dark and menacing. "Guess what? You can't die until your useless father brings that file to me."

  He laid her down on the mattress, his gaze cold and calculating. Then, he turned and walked towards the kitchen, where the head staff awaited his instructions.

  He walked towards her, his voice firm but controlled. "Mrs. Evans, the girl in that room..." He paused, his gaze fixed on the woman.

  Mrs. Evans looked up, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Yes, sir?"

  "She fainted. Take care of her and make sure she's fed when she wakes up. She's important for my work," he instructed, his eyes lingering on Mrs. Evans before turning to leave.

  But he hesitated, his ears catching Mrs. Evans' reply. "Don't worry, sir, I'll take care of her."

  With a nod, he continued on his way, exiting the kitchen and disappearing into the darkness, leaving Mrs. Evans to her tasks.

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  The tension and vulnerability are palpable! You've crafted a great scene, conveying her disorientation, discomfort, and fear. Here's a rewritten version with some minor adjustments to enhance the flow and clarity:

  Later that evening, her eyes fluttered open, greeted by a pounding headache. She sat up with difficulty, confusion etched on her face as she struggled to remember where she was. The harsh light forced her to clench her eyes shut, and she leaned back, resting her head against the bedframe.

  Her confused state was exacerbated by the gnawing hunger and thirst, making her feel like she was on the verge of collapse. The sensation of nausea lingered, but she couldn't muster the energy to do anything about it. Overwhelmed by the pain, she tried to soothe herself, but her senses were on high alert when she heard the door open.

  Her head snapped towards the door, her eyes wide with fear, ready to defend herself. But then, a gentle voice spoke, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

  The voice was unfamiliar, a welcome change from the menacing tones she'd grown accustomed to in her weeks of captivity. "Don't move too much and relax, I'm here to take care of you," the voice said, accompanied by the clinking of a tray.

  As the woman approached, she tried to speak, but her parched throat and aching vocal cords betrayed her, rendering her mute. She looked up, her eyes locking onto the water bottle, and her mind raced with suspicions. "There could be drugs in the water," she thought, turning her head away.

  But the woman seemed to read her mind. "There's nothing added to this water," she assured, her voice gentle and soothing.

  After a moment's hesitation, her thirst proved too overwhelming, and she turned back, hesitantly accepting the water. As the cool liquid touched her throat, she moaned in relief, gulping down the bottle's contents with desperation.

  Without taking a single breath, she gulped down the water, her thirst overwhelming her caution. "Easy there, I'm not taking anything away," the woman said, but she didn't believe her, fearing a trick.

  As she choked on the water, the woman pulled the bottle away and rubbed her back. "I told you not to go too fast," she scolded lightly. "Here, now eat the food and then take these painkillers." She raised the spoon to her mouth, and unable to resist the hunger pangs, she started eating, the woman's help a necessity.

  The food was a welcome relief, and she devoured it quickly, her eyes fixed on the woman, still wary of a trap. But for now, her hunger and exhaustion took precedence, and she surrendered to her needs.

  There you go, all done," Mrs. Evans said, smiling warmly after feeding her. Elizabeth felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she smiled back, her eyes locked onto Mrs. Evans' kind face.

  "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself," Mrs. Evans continued, handing her the medicines. "I'm Mrs. Evans, the head staff of this place." Elizabeth's voice was barely audible as she replied, "I'm Elizabeth Stella Tanner."

  Mrs. Evans' smile faltered for a moment, and she nodded graciously. "Nice to meet you, Elizabeth." Hearing her name spoken by someone else after so long brought a sense of relief, as if her identity was still intact.

  Emboldened, Elizabeth asked, her voice still hushed, "Can I ask you something?" Mrs. Evans' expression turned guarded, but she nodded, her eyes encouraging Elizabeth to continue.

  "You're so nice, so why are you working with these people?" Elizabeth asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Mrs. Evans' smile vanished, and her face turned glum. Elizabeth's heart raced as she wondered if she had made a mistake by prying. But she held Mrs. Evans' hesitant gaze, hoping for an answer.

  I saw the fear in Mrs. Evans' eyes, and my breath caught as she spoke, her words hanging in the air like a challenge. "I'm a mother figure to these kids, that's why." Her simple statement raised more questions than answers, and my mind raced with the mystery. What was happening here? Why were there so many secrets? How would I uncover the truth?

  As the questions swirled in my head, I gazed up at the ceiling and sighed, feeling the weight of the unknown. There were too many mysteries surrounding me, but I refused to give up. I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took. I would not be silenced or deterred, even if it meant stepping into the darkness itself.

  My resolve hardened, and I made a silent promise to myself: I would get to the bottom of this, no matter the cost.

  To.be.continued.