Tara had had better surprises wake her up in her life, she thought. Waking up with a strange cloth pressed over her mouth and nose and being restrained by vice-like hands was not one of them.
The instinct to survive was strong in her, and she immediately panicked. Unfortunately, her panic led her to draw in a deep breath right through the cloth. Her mind vaguely registered that this was perhaps the worst thing she could have done. And sure enough, barely a minute later, Tara felt her eyes grow heavy. Her struggles slowed and became sluggish and uncoordinated. Not that she’d even had much or any success in fighting the two firm pairs of hands that held her down on the bed.
It was becoming kind of frustrating how she could be easily manhandled, Tara thought in her last seconds of coherent
