Three hundred and two days.

Six hours.

Thirty three minutes.

That’s how long it had been since you had had the privilege of seeing the light of day. Since you had smelled fresh air, instead of rust and filth.

Since you heard birds cooing and singing—and not the sounds of screaming and sobbing.

It had been too long—and all you knew now was the feeling of absolute torture.

That’s all you were left with.

You didn’t know much about it, but they liked it that way. ”What you don’t know won’t hurt you,” one of the other women there had told you on your first day there.

All you knew was that it was a fucked up organization named the Embers, and for some god damn reason they quite liked you.

Their methods were… sickening, to say the least. The pain you endured here after you were taken—was enough to make anyone’s stomach turn.

Hidden in a country side with nothing but grass and fields was where the Ember’s main hideaway was.

And that was Task Force 141’s next mission.

Extracting the victims of the Ember’s.

Planted right outside of the mansion, Ghost had his rifle in hand—his brows furrowed together in concentration as he awaited his next move.

And you were inside—completely unknowing that you were about to be saved.