BREA POV.
I woke up to thick darkness, and when I flexed my wrist, I couldn't get it to move in any direction. I panicked, my breath coming out in short gasps as I tried to sit up to no avail.
The bastard! How dare he treat me this way.
The darkness made me more frantic and my tongue weighed like a brick in my mouth.
I licked my lips, which were parched and got out the first muffled word I could utter_ a stupid cry for help that just bounced off the walls. My own voice sounded foreign in my ears, and I struggled to swallow as the panic I'd tried to reign in surged to the surface. I hated the dark, hated it more when I was tied down and vulnerable.
How long was I out? And what did Nicolai do in that time frame? My mind ran rampant, assuming only the worst. Did he kill Ryder already o
