I struggled to open my eyes and it wasn't because I can't open it, it feels so hard to open it and when I did, I was met with strange and unfamiliar faces.
The room was smelling and attached with heavy smokes of cigarettes, I couldn't help myself from coughing really hard.
Before I was even able to say anything, I saw the three of them whisper to themselves whilst gawking at me like some non-living thing.
Maybe I think this was a joke, I tried to get up but I almost lost my mind when my eyes darted to my legs, waist and hands.
My legs was tied to the chair legs, same with my waist and my hands. What did I do to deserve this? I began to question myself as I felt scared to say anything because of the deadly glare in their face.
"Argh!" I winced when one of them angrily throws his cigare
