First, there was pain. Burning-hot pain spread across Rachel"s back. She tried to move and met a restraint. She forced her eyes open, blinking in the dull electric light hanging overhead. Her right arm was hanging above her, handcuffed to a rusted radiator pipe. She rolled her head downwards, checking her legs. They, at least, were free.
There was a ringing in her ears, and the sound pushed against her skull. It came from a box near her feet, and she would have done anything to not be in the same room as it.
“Don"t worry. You"ll be fine.”
She"d been so preoccupied with the box, she hadn"t even realised she had company. Jan sat away from her, rubbing his temples with his fingertips, seemingly as affected as she was by the box and the sound. He wasn"t chained up, though—he didn"t need to
