****** Aaron’s PoV*****
Blinking my eyes attempting to see anything at all in front of me. Scratching at the insatiable itch creeping up my neck. Cursing silently to myself as my nails catch on an open pocket of skin. Wondering what is going on with my neck, as I finally notice the chill creeping through my body. Thrashing my head around trying to figure out where I am, as my hair floats across my field of vision. Hearing the scratching sounds coming from in front of me, straining what little vision I have to get a look at what is happening. My hearing must have increased as my vision fails me in the darkest of areas, I have ever been in.
“The prisoner is awake.” I hear someone speak from outside of the small room I am in, also hearing swishing. Running through my memories of the last ev
