His arms and legs are bound to a chair with duct tape. I watch while he yanks against the binds, mercilessly struggling to free himself, with no such luck. He finally raises his head, and his gaze falls on me. His swollen eyes are now full of shock and realization. It’s noticeably apparent that he definitely remembers who I am and why he’s here.
The room starts spinning like a f*****g merry-go-round and my eyes fog over. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, and it feels as though all the air is being ripped from my lungs, leaving them aching, begging for some relief. My hand drops from my mouth to grip onto the railing beside me, steadying my legs while also trying to keep myself from passing the f**k out.
I eventually catch my breath and my bearings, just enough so I can focus on w
