Taken
Forty-Eight: Alessio
I start to wake feeling groggy, my body feeling heavy. I try to move my hands and legs to get in a more comfortable position. Finding I cannot move at all I moan out cr*cking my eyes open. Closing them quickly as the bright light stuns me. I hear the telltale sounds of a chair creaking. I pop my eyes open wide, blinking a couple of times before my vision clears. “What the hell” I say struggling against the ropes that are cutting into my wrists and ankles. As Costa’s faces swims into my vison.
The last thing I remember is walking down a hallway. On my way to f*ck my favorite w***e. That b*astard Lucas must have drugged me. I should have taken my mother’s words to heart when she told me to watch the ones closest to me. That they would be the ones to betray me. B
