I didn't get to overthink that as two large hands gripped my arms along with the chair. I closed my eyes with the hopes of opening them to a different scenery in a different situation, a situation where I was happy and not drowning in hysteria as I bided my time till the worst came to me.
I felt the chair move along with the sound of the legs scraping the floor, the scratchy sound way too loud for comfort. I finally opened my eyes when he stopped turning the chair and for a second I completely became paralysed at the sight before me. My lungs tightened up and my air supply shut down, my entire mind went blank, finding it hard to motivate myself to breathe as I stared at the man before me.
Tied up to a chair, just like me, the only difference was, he was beaten and bruised, and unconsciou
