I slowly opened my eyes when I heard several voices coming from behind. I could not figure out if it was near or far. I felt like my brain could not function properly. It's because of my drowsiness. My brain was slightly hurt. I don't know the reason. I let out a deep sigh and hugged myself.
I was in an unfamiliar room. The roof was so expensive, and it was black and white. A classic room, to be exact. I remembered that a man was trying to bite me on the shoulder. His name was Davies.
"Oh, s**t! Am I not dreaming?" I muttered, figuring the things surrounded me.
My two wrists were tied to the headboard using the duck tape, and my ankle had a chain that rattled over the bed's feet. "I think they have no plan to let go of me in this situation, and they are trying to poison me."
I roamed
