Maya awoke with a splitting headache. She attempted to roll over, thinking she was in her bed at home, but found herself restrained. Opening her eyes, Maya found herself bound to a chair. Her arms and legs were shackled firmly in place, and while the chair was still able to move, it was heavy enough that Maya couldn’t make it budge. Her heart rate increased as she struggled against the binds. Finally, she stopped and tried to think logically. She couldn’t escape, she was slightly injured, and she had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that Aria had been murdered, very brutally, and she was probably next.
The thought of death terrified Maya. She didn’t want to die like Aria. Aria had always seemed so strong and brave, but her face in death had looked so scared and sad. Maya didn
