Chapter 33
Slowly, the effects of the tranquilizer were wearing off.
One by one, her senses were coming back. First was her hearing. As if through a thick fog, she thought she could make out the sounds of water lapping, machinery humming, her own blood pumping in her ears.
Next was touch. She felt cold and damp on her back, with hard stone edges grinding into her shoulders and neck, tight cords binding her wrists and cutting painfully into her flesh. A sudden, urgent need to go to the toilet joined the clamouring for attention.
Next was smell. Diesel fumes and the unmistakable stench of nesting vermin assaulted her nasal passages, rousing her further like smelling salts would.
Taste came next, like furry mothballs on her tongue.
Finally, came sight. Slowly, cautiously she opened her
