NicoThe first thing to hit me as I regain consciousness, is the constant stabbing just above my left eye. I groan and shift, only to be hit with the second realization - that my hands and feet are bound. I blink and wince, trying to sweep the grappa induced cobwebs from my mind. I try moving my hands and feet again. Definitely bound. My heart pounds heavily against my sternum. This is a nightmare, right? My subconscious is punishing me, right? I swallow and with extreme effort, focus my eyes, suddenly aware I’m not alone. I sit up with a mind-stabbing jolt. “What in the hell? Who are you?” I croak at the scantily clad and clearly furious creature in front of me.
“Who in the hell are you?” she bristles, holding something head-level that takes me a minute to register as a cast-iron fry pan.
