Melody
I wake up in the cold darkness with a stiff neck, a dry mouth, and a pounding headache. I realize immediately that I’m not anywhere safe because something cold and metallic is wrapped around my ankle like a manacle and it’s connected to a wall. Wherever I am has a distinct smell of wetness, disuse, and mold.
“Hello?” I call out and my voice returns in an echo. That means the room is big and empty. Maybe an abandoned warehouse? There are many of those in LA since we’re in the middle of an economic recession.
I’m on a full-sized mattress placed on cold concrete and it’s sealed in plastic. I wonder if that means it’s new or maybe my kidnapper just doesn’t want to get blood on it. I clutch my head.
“f**k, what happened?” I go back to the last thing I remember, which is being pissed
