Chase jerked to awareness when something pressed against the hot, prickling skin of his wrists. Pain raced through his body as he bolted upright, barely able to see through a sudden rush of fear.
Where the f**k am I?
The last thing he remembered was the blistering heat and strange crooning of the psychos that had snatched him. Gentle fingers carefully touched his wrist, startling Chase out of his vague memories.
“Hey, man, are you okay?”
Was he? Blinking hard, Chase tried to get his eyes to work right, to bring the giant, formless blob before him into some sort of focus. “Where am I?” His voice sounded like someone had taken his father’s belt sander to it.
“My home.” The man’s voice, not quite a deep tenor but nice to Chase’s ears, gave a self-depreciating chuckle. “I know it’s not mu
