I wake up and my head is pounding. I let out a small moan, indicating pain. My eyes go in and out of focus as I try to figure out where I am. Nothing I've seen before.
The room is dimly lit, there aren't any windows, the floor and walls are brown and covered in blood. Not mine, I suppose. In front of me there is a door, and the door also doesn't have any windows. I soon find out, I'm strapped to a chair in the middle of the room. My first instinct is to scream. When I do, it's muffled by the rag in my mouth. The rag tastes like salt. I despise salt and I start to gag.
"Ah, I see our guest has awaken!" Michael walks in. I start to shake around, but the hold on my gets tighter. "Don't move, darling, you'll only make it worse." He whispers into my ears. I want to scream, yell, cry. I'm onl
