Assasin’s POV
Pounding didn't even come close to describing the pain throbbing through my body; it was all I could register as I woke. I knew something was wrong but all my attention was now focused on the agony beneath my flesh. Resorting to my training, I willed my eyes open; I had to asses my situation. With a groan the weights lifted from my eyes, my eyelids pinging open, allowing me to see what s**t I had landed myself in this time.
The room was white, ceiling to floor (a small part of my mind registered the cliché). Taking a deep breath, I tried to pick up a scent, any kind of a clue: all I got was antiseptic sting. There was no decoration or object in the room, pointless if there was really, with my hands secured to the ceiling as they were. Usually no clothes and being bound is s
