POV: SAINT
My eyes felt itchy as I struggled to open them. My body was heavy and painful, every joint aching as though I'd been dragged over gravel for miles. Did Sam drag me across the ground? I couldn't scratch my itchy eyes and quickly realized my hands were tied behind my back, the rope biting into my wrists, though my legs were free. With the little strength I had left, I groaned, sat up, and tried to steady myself, the room tilting unpleasantly around me before slowly settling.
"Why are my eyes so itchy? Ugh!" I groaned again, raising my legs to attempt to rub my eyes on my lap. After several tries, I succeeded. I blinked rapidly, struggling to fully open my eyes, but eventually, I managed, the dim light of the room swimming into something almost recognizable.
I found myself in a
