Azalea
The haze was clearing once again. This time I tried not to move so as not to alert anyone that I was waking up. But I felt different this time. As I gained more feeling of my body, I realized that I was sitting in a chair. But It was extremely uncomfortable. My hands were behind my back and tied together with something. My mouth was dry. Fear washed over me as I realized my mouth was gagged with something.
I could not help myself as my head snapped up and I looked around trying to figure out what was going on. I was sitting in a chair with my hands tied behind me and my legs tied to the legs of the chair. There was a piece of cloth tied around my mouth and head stopping me from talking.
“Ahhhhh…. Uhhhh…” I called out trying to anybody. I was outside in a large field. There was
