A sharp noise jolted me awake. The creak of a door, hurried footsteps, a curse muttered under someone's breath. My body tensed instinctively, but the drugs they had been injecting me with left a sluggish haze over my limbs. I tried to move, but even that small effort felt like wading through thick, invisible chains.
Then I saw him.
The man stormed into the dimly lit room, his face twisted with something between anger and panic. His breaths were shallow, erratic. His usually cocky composure had been cracked, something frenzied lurking behind his dark, calculating eyes.
He was looking at me. No…he was checking me.
His gaze swept over me quickly, scanning for something, but I couldn’t tell what. A bruise? A sign of resistance? I lay still, forcing my breathing to remain even, pretending t
