Bella didn't sleep for the rest of the days, her mind consumed by thoughts of where she was being taken and what would happen to her next. She knew that she was in a remote location, far from civilization, and that no one was coming to rescue her.
Despite the overwhelming sense of despair, Bella refused to give up. She started to heal slowly, gathering all her strength and working on a plan to escape the hellhole she was trapped in.
Three weeks passed, and Bella's wounds had healed somewhat. She was still weak, but she knew she had to be brave if she wanted to survive.
One night, at 9 pm, Madam Rose came to Bella's room, a sly smile spreading across her face. "It's time," she said, her voice dripping with malice.
Bella's heart skipped a beat, but she shook her head in agreement. She knew that she had to pretend to cooperate if she wanted to survive.
Simon and the other guards escorted Bella to a van, where she found three other girls she didn't know. They were very young, one of them only 8 years old, and the other two around 10 years old.
Bella was shocked and looked at them with a mixture of horror and sadness. She kept quiet, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
As the van drove away, Bella couldn't help but think about the girls she had just met. They were so young, so innocent. What were they doing here? Where were they being taken?
Bella's mind was racing with questions, but she knew she had to be careful. She couldn't afford to draw attention to herself, not yet.
As the van drove through the darkness, Bella kept a close eye on the girls. They seemed scared, but they didn't seem to know what was happening.
Bella knew that she had to protect them, to keep them safe. She was the only one who knew what was going on, and she was determined to do everything in her power to save them.
But as the van drove further and further away from the only home Bella had known for months, she couldn't help but wonder if she was already too late.