Shay:
My head throbbed, sharp pains pulsing through my skull as I slowly blinked my eyes open. The room around me was unfamiliar—dim, cramped, the faint smell of stale air and cheap cleaning products. The sheets beneath me were rough, like a motel or something worse. My throat felt dry, and my chest tightened with panic.
Where am I?
I tried to move but immediately realized my wrists were bound to the bedposts. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, my heart hammering in my chest. My hands were tied tightly, and my ankles too. I tugged at the ropes, my breath quickening as my mind started to race.
The memories were a blur, fragmented flashes—leaving the bar last night, Saint leaving this morning, calling Kat… and then nothing. How had I gotten here? Where was I? Why wasn’t anyone w
