Lisa's POV
The room was spinning when I came to.
At first, I thought I was dreaming — my limbs heavy, tongue dry, breath coming in short, erratic gasps. My eyes blinked open slowly to the pulse of an overhead bulb flickering in and out of life.
Then realization crept in…The walls were bare.
The scent of rust and mold filled the air, laced with something else, like gasoline or damp wood. There was no window, just a vent buzzing softly above.
I tried to move. That was when I realized my wrists were bound behind me. A sharp ache spread from my shoulders, and the back of my neck felt bruised, as if I’d been yanked like a rag doll. My knees were knocked together. The metal chair beneath me groaned as I shifted.
Panic came slow, like a tide rising, inch by painful inch.
Then cold metal pr
