Raven
I woke up, cold and shivering on the concrete with my head pounding and my mouth tasting like metal.
For a moment, I didn't know where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar — low, stained, and flickering with an exposed bulb. My wrists ached, and when I tried to move them and roll them to alleviate the pressure, the sound of metal scraping caught my attention.
Chains. Handcuffs. I raised my arms and found the chain attached to a pipe against the wall. There was a thin mattress on the floor across the room with a water bottle next to it and a threadbare blanket draped across it.
Memories came back to me all at once. The bookstore. The shouting. Amy screaming my name. A man hitting the floor and not getting back up. The sting in my neck. The darkness swallowing me whole.
