Chapter 9Danny opened his eyes and looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was. His thoughts were muddled, and he was confused. He felt as if he was coming out of anesthesia. There was a single, dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The room was small with only the cot he was laying on and a portable commode. There were no windows, and the walls were made of cement. As he stood up, his head started spinning. He had to stand there for a minute before he walked over to the door. The door was locked and solid. He realized there would be no escaping this room.
“Hey, let me out of here!” he repeatedly shouted as he banged on the door.
A few minutes later the door opened and two men wearing ski masks entered. The one had a pistol aimed at Danny. “What do you want?” The taller
