Evie
Upon waking, I am strapped to a different torture device. Seriously, how f*****g strong are the men who keep moving me around? My vision is still shrouded in darkness, and I can only feel that my limbs are tied. I can’t make sense of if I’m vertical or horizontal now. Before I had an idea of how I was from how sweaty the leather under me was. I attempt to move my head, only to have my hair snagged, okay so they took the hood off me at some point.
My hair must be tied to something behind me. How nice of them. Groaning in frustration, I wiggle the best I can with no leverage, this helps me realized that I am suspended, but not like my mother used to do, hanging me by my wrists, no there is rope across my body and something else, holding my wrists, ankles and thighs in place.
“Alright
