Ryan cracked his eyes open. The smell of blood wafted under his nose, mixed with musk and sweat. He was only strong enough to lift his head in the general direction the smell was coming from. A small fridge was pressed into the corner of the room, across from where he was tied to a folding chair. He only noticed then that he was restrained and that there was someone’s head in his lap.
The mess of dirty blond hair laid over folded arms. The sleeping face pressing into his stomach was pure. He thought an angel had fallen into his lap.
The setting sun painted red over the room. He bathed in its glory, not at all worried about time or why he was here. The darkness was fading in his memory to some degree. He could still feel its cold hands like a vice grip on his neck and the piercing blue e
