Lucky’s POV:
I bolt up on two legs as soon as I’m awake enough to remember I was drugged. I’m still dizzy, so when I spin to look around where I am, I fall back to my knees. Quickly I scramble up again and smack my head into a rock wall. Groaning, I continue to support myself into a standing defensive stance. Keeping my back against the wall helps me stabilize and get my bearings.
When my head is somewhat clear again, I try to repeat the feat of taking a look around to where I am. I’m more successful this time, but my ears are still ringing from hitting my head, so I don’t get the complete picture. I notice that I’m in a big room filled with several mattresses, but that’s it. No other furniture. It reminds me of slave quarters, so I guess I’m in one. That is a relief, at least. I feared
