My heart was in my throat, cutting off my air supply. My head was fuzzy, throbbing, and I couldn’t see anything.
Panic seized me like never before.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t feel my body.
I was dying.Please let me die.
I didn’t think I’d make it through more torture. Hadn’t I suffered enough?
Through the haze, I tried to take stock of my body and figure out where I was. Where was Sir? He was right here with me, wasn’t he? Or was this all just another setup?
No. Sir wouldn’t lie to me; that I was one hundred percent sure of.
Through the fogginess, I tried to figure out what the heck happened. One minute we were in the warehouse club place because there was no way todescribe that mess of a place exactly, then the next, there was nothing after an explosion.
Forcing my toes to move, I was slightly happy that they were still attached to my body. Everything seemed to be numb, and that was almost more concerning than being in pain.
Had I been drugged?
My body jerked, bouncing up and down. My head hit whatever I lay on with a thud, spiking a growing headache.
Panic increased as I tried to move my hands. They were tied in front of me, a rope digging into my skin, yet they didn’t move up or down. But my fingers did rub against the rough carpet I was laying facedown on. My cheek scratched on the surface as I shifted, trying to get some sort of traction to move, to sit—anything at this point.
My attempt failed as whatever I was lying on shifted, and I was forced to roll with the movement. At least I was pushed over on my side, and my hands were slightly more unrestrained. But that only brought more questions that would not be getting answered any time soon.
Trying to breathe, my lungs constricted in my body. It felt like my ribs were pushing on them, suffocating me.
Kicking my feet, they hit what sounded like metal. I kicked harder, hearing the clunking echo in my ears.
Why was I here? Where was Sir? What was going to happen to me? Oh, God. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs screamed for air. My heart beat heavily in my chest, echoing every ache and pain awakening in my body like a live wire.
I wouldn’t last. I would die.
***
A pained groan ghosted from my lips as I was none too gently laid on something else. It was more like a toss than being let down gently.
There was laughter somewhere far away as my body became aware of what was happening.
I couldn’t move; I was afraid to do more than breathe. My thumping heart was still in my chest. My fingers and toes were still attached, yet tingling. Myhead throbbed. And I could see a tiny slice of light through my closed lids.
Wherever I am now, I’d rather be dead.
I kept my body where it was, barely breathing. Maybe whoever was in this room, they’d think I was dead. Perhaps they’d toss me away in tomorrow’s trash.
I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw hurt as a shoed foot pushed my body over. Whatever was on the bottom of that foot, it dug into my skin, and I couldn’t help but cry out through clamped lips.
No. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to go through all of this again.
Please. No.
Nothing would save me this time. I was at the mercy of whoever wanted me, and there was not a single thing in this world that would put an end to my misery until they all saw fit.
“He’s coming around.” The voice was one I had heard before, but I couldn’t quite place where. There was no edge to it. But after the man spoke, something pulled one of my feet. Metal clanked, then a click.
“He’s not going anywhere.”
Fear poured over me, drowning me like never before.
