I opened my eyes, and a searing pain came from the back of my head, waking me faster than usual. I hissed through my teeth at the instant burn, and reached to touch the blistering spot, when I realized I couldn't lift my arm or see anything in front of me. It was entirely pitch black. Panic quickly surfaced, and I pulled my arm back and forth, trying to wiggle it free of whatever was restricting me, but all I kept hitting was something cold and made of steel.
“Whoa, whoa, slow down there," an orotund voice stated, prompting me to stop wiggling out of direct fear. “Can we get the bag off her head? I need to actually speak to the woman and I'd rather do that face to face."
As the sack lifted, the world came into view, and I was met with the stare of an older man with square glasses sitti
