I woke up feeling my whole body throb with pain, causing me to wince loudly. I felt like someone lifted me up and threw me at a wall 100 times nonstop. I went to say something to myself but my throat began to throb, making me stay quiet.
I grunted when I tried to move my arms but something was restraining them from moving, I opened my eyes slowly and looked to my side where my right arm is. I gasped when I saw that I was handcuffed to the bedpost, making me struggle against the metal handcuffs.
"No. No. No. No. No." I repeated, yanking my hands while squirming around.
I'm gonna die! I'm so gonna die!
"Angel."
I froze, hearing my kidnappers voice fill the room. I didn't dare turn to face him because if I was gonna die then I wanted to die being a rebel, I won't obey him.
"Look at me."
