ELISE
I come to slowly, with the distinctive feeling that something is horribly wrong. I feel the awkward position of my body, the cold bite of something digging into my wrists and I know it would be best if I remained lost in the oblivion a little longer. But I am fully awake despite my efforts.
I peel my eyes open to darkness and I have a second of wondering how on earth I got here before I remember, the man. How is it that in my life, I keep managing to run into the worst people? At this point, the Saints should need to cut me some slack.
My hands are tied above me with something that feels very cold, thick and hard. My hands have been elevated so high that I stand uncomfortably, my feet just barely touching the ground. I jerk my hands down and the sound of metal rings out, I have
