Everly
I don’t know if it’s hours or days, but I find myself in a dark room when I wake. I blink my eyes at a scurrying sound beside me, but I still feel the aftereffects of whatever they injected me with to investigate. My head pounds, and my mouth feels like a desert as I search the dark, dreary room. But there’s really nothing to see. There’s no bed, and the walls are mud and dirt-covered stones.
Rising from my uncomfortable perch on the stone ground, I walk forward and see I’m locked in some medieval-looking cell. The cell has large metal bars, soiled stone floors, and a tiny window high above my head, covered with metal bars.
Taking several deep breaths, I try to remain calm as I inventory my situation. My clothes are still on, and though I was drugged, I don’t feel like someone m
