Quinn
There is so much pain in my head that I can barely open my eyes. My whole body aches, and I feel like I have to throw up. This has to be what dying feels like. My limbs feel so heavy. I can tell that my arms are still bound behind me but my legs are free. Maybe I can try and sit up. Using every ounce of strength I have I’m finally able to pull myself up into a sitting position.
Slowly, I opened my eyes allowing them to adjust to the bright light. It’s daytime, but I have no clue what day it is. I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten, and the only reason why he has given me any water is so he can continue to drug me. Glancing to my left, I expected to see him sprawled out next to me, except he’s not there. He has never left me unattended.
Swinging my legs to the side of the be
