---POV Ayame---
I gasped awake, finding myself tied to a bedpost while I was propped up on the floor. Doing my best to shift my weight was almost impossible, but my back was killing me with no support. The burning pain radiating from my leg was obvious. I sighed a shaky breath realizing my ankle was probably broken again. I don't know...if I can run a second time. So much pain....
No one is that lucky. I was terrified.
I looked around, assessing my situation. The worn red and gold carpet with bland colored drapes and decades-old upholstery covering the lone chair in the far off corner confirmed it. I was in a hotel room. It wasn’t too glamorous, but I knew my accommodations had to at least be a one-bedroom suite. I couldn’t see the front door and the only thing in my new prison, aside
