Rattling stirred me, waking me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open as my head rose in time to see through the darkness a figure step through a door, locking it behind them. A flip of the switch, and I cringed against the harsh light.
After adjusting, I looked at the man, and everything came rushing back.
I guess in sleep I hoped to forget I was a captive taped to a chair.
Six walked to the bed, dumping half a dozen plastic bags.
“Did you just wake up?”
I scowled at him.
He chuckled, then stepped over, ripping the tape from my mouth.
“Ouch! Asshole, motherfucking hurt!” The sting of the tape taking hair was worse than a wax job.
“You’ll be fine.” He rummaged through the bags, pulling out a few boxes of hair dye.
“What’s that for?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious.
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