My head felt like it was spinning when I opened my eyes. Something hard was brushing against my back and my hands seemed to be wound together. I raised my head and saw that I was tied to a wooden chair.
Not very smart.
I groaned a little when a wave of nausea hit me, making me shake my head in frustration. From behind me, I heard a chuckle.
"I see your awake." A masculine voice muttered the words like a hiss. From the darkness, a large man stalked towards me, a sadistic smile plastered in his face. In his hands was a dagger which he caressed with a bloody handkerchief. "Boy, you really done it now. You riled up the boss. You were such a pesky little pest that he had enough of your heroics." He stepped closer to me and tapped my face with his blade, the coldness of the metal brushing ag
