Chapter Fifty-Seven
The water was arctic, but Sam wasn't sure whether it was that or the fact that she'd snorted a lot of the bucket they'd just thrown in her face. Coughing and sputtering, she rolled onto her side. Her hands clutched her aching head. Before she had more than a few seconds to orient herself and figure out what was going on, someone's boot connected with her side.
She screamed, rolling away and struggling to get to her knees. The room spun. Everything was distorted, like she was looking through an empty wine bottle. And she hadn't even had the pleasure of drinking it. A large mass was moving toward her. She flipped onto her butt and scooted backward. Something hard stopped her from moving too far. As her vision started to clear, a large flat face came into focus, almost n
