Tahlia’s pov
Everything around me was dark, my head continued to pound like a drum and I realized what ever I was laying on was soft. I turned my head slightly and started to feel what I was laying on with my fingers. I could feel the smooth texture of fabric and a bump at what must be a seam. I moved my hand along the bump in a straight line towards my head. The bump curved off into a sharp left and I was touching the same fabric but harder.
I squinted my eyes as I tried to open them but it only made my head hurt even worse. A manical laughter filled the room, “somebody is starting to wake up.” I moved my arms over my head to block the light from wherever it was coming from. “Tsk, tsk, too bad we don’t have more time to talk, it’s show time.”
I felt his hand grasp my neck and squeeze
