Lia's point of view
I wake up hearing the angry screams of a familiar voice.
"And I should kill you for an asshole, you f*****g i***t dog!"
A roar, the sound of moving air, and a scream of pain. All high-pitched and loud sounds don't help me locate where I am and only confuse me more. But as soon as the fog over my memory dissipates, I realize other things; I'm tied up, I can feel my wrists together, the metal digging into my skin and my back stuck to some bars. My ankles were also tied with bands.
There are other people around me. I know this because I can hear their breaths and the beating of their hearts, some calm, some frantic, awake.
And there was a sweet, ferrous smell in the air. Horrible, but strangely familiar. My mind was spinning, filling with the color green ...
Green, t
