Water splashed in my face, pulling me from the bottom of the drunken well I'd climbed into last night.
"You've got one chance, motherfucker, before we tear you a new one. Where is she?" a low whispered voice said.
I blinked away the water to try to identify the speaker. The face that belonged to the voice was on the edge of my mind. The name that belonged to the face was on the tip of my tongue.
"Where is who?" I asked as I fished around for the name.
A husky chuckle. "Wrong answer."
Bright, shocking pain tore through my brain. Ripped it open and poured gasoline on it before someone lit a match and tossed it in there to set the whole thing on fire.
I tried to move. Tried to evade that all-consuming pain. I was stuck. Unable to move anything but my head as my vocal cords tried to
