Desiree
The first thing I think when I wake up is: my shoulders are burning.
The next is, why am I tied up?
Quickly followed by, why can't I see?
"Ah, you're awake. That's good," Giuseppe's lowk voice rings out like electricity from the darkness.
I move around desperately, but find myself unable too.
"Giuseppe, what is this?"
I hear him move, feeling him near me. "Something you can't get out of," He states huskily. "I'll explain where you are."
What the hell is he doing right now?
"You're tied to a special ceiling with reenforced beams made to stand the weight of a being up to 300 pounds, moving or otherwise."
He walks around me. "The rope used to bind your hands and connect to said beams is made of steel strands encased by titanium ones—you won't be breaking through it. Either I
