My eyes flutter open and I groan, a wave of pain shooting down my body. The pounding in my head begins to intensify and I groan again, louder this time. Everything begins to rush back to me, the memory hitting me worse than the ache I'm feeling. DC Jones, the pub, the drink. . .
I'm fully awake now, my eyes wide with fear. I look down and realise my hands are tied with a thick rope, double knotted.
"What the hell," I breathe out, unable to believe what I'm seeing. I tug on the ropes desperately but instead of loosening, they tighten further causing pain to the tender skin on my wrists. I glance around the floor to find some sort of object to use. No luck.
The room is small and square, the walls covered in a floral wallpaper that's peeling from every corner. Yellow stains and mould colle
