Forty-five minutes later
"Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?" Aymen throws at me.
A splitting migraine hits me while my eyes try to adjust to the light. When they finally do, it feels like I’m stuck in a nightmare.
Aymen is sitting across from me on a wooden chair, hands and feet bound with heavy chains. I try over and over again to pull mine loose with all my strength, in vain.
"I already tried and I didn’t succeed."
"This shitty day really doesn’t want to end!"
"Don’t start getting angry or acting impulsively. We need to think calmly if we want to get out of this alive."
We’re in a dark room lit by a dying bulb, water drips from the ceiling, and the walls are covered in cracks, mold, and gaping holes.
"Who do you think did this to us and what do they want?"
"All I know is we got pl
