KATY'S POV
My eyes slowly fluttered open, and a pounding headache greeted me like a storm. God, what is this? I tried to rub my head, but my arms felt impossibly heavy. Panic set in as I looked down and realized why—I was restrained. My wrists were shackled to a wall with cold, unyielding chains.
“What’s going on?” I thought desperately, tugging at the restraints. The handcuffs clanged against the wall, unyielding.
I opened my mouth to scream, only to discover it had been gagged with some kind of leather restraint. The taste of it made me gag, and my breathing quickened. The room around me was dimly lit, its shadows stretching ominously, making it hard to discern anything clearly.
Fear clawed at my chest. My breathing grew erratic, the tightness of the gag and the weight of my predicam
