When I slowly came to, my first thought was about how dry and funky my mouth felt. It tasted like I’d eaten a wadded-up tissue. I slowly blinked, but my eyes flew open in panic when I recognized my surroundings. I was in a horse stall, lying on scratchy hay.
My body felt sluggish as if I’d had a fifth of whiskey and slept it off. I looked up and blinked some more, clearing the fog. I took in my surroundings. Cinder block walls on three sides painted white. A closed half gate on the fourth. Feeding trough in one corner. I stood up on shaky legs, wobbly like a newborn colt, and recognized the space outside the gate. I was in Dex’s breeding shed.
This was not good.
I heard a door open, the clip clop of horse hooves. Dex walked up leading a big, black horse. The animal’s large head came int
