Jessica POV
I groaned, my shoulders were on fire. I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was dirt and blood on a gray concrete floor. I tried to roll my shoulders but I couldn’t. I lifted my head and I felt my upper arms make contact with my ears. I looked up and saw the shackles on my wrists and the chains attached to them. I was basically hanging from the ceiling. I tried to put my feet flat on the ground to alleviate some of the pain in my shoulders, but the chains were keeping me on the balls of my feet. If I tried to lower myself, the pain would get worse.
I looked around the room. There wasn’t much to really look at. It seemed as though I was in a basement. The walls were the same gray concrete as the floor, only they looked cleaner. There was a heavy looking, wooden door right a
