ARIA
My head hurt.
No, hurt didn’t even come close. It was like someone had split it open and poured fire inside. Every throb felt like it was going to make me black out again.
I blinked, but everything was blurry. My mouth tasted like dust and blood. I tried to lift my hand, but something stopped me. It was a rope. A rough rope that dug into my wrists—and even my legs.
Where… where the hell was I?
The floor was cold against my back. The air smelled strange—damp, rusty, and something else… maybe something foul. Where was this place? It stinked. There was a window, tiny and high up, with just a thin line of light slipping through.
It was day. Or maybe morning. But… how long had I been there? I swallowed hard as the memories hit me in flashes.
Oh God. Who did this? My heart started to
