HARPER
The pungent smell of death woke me up, and I almost wished I remained unconscious.
Opening my eyes was of no use, because I found myself in a dark room, the kind of darkness that was so thick you could push a knife through it, and it was no different from the one I’d been lost in when I passed out.
However, a striking difference was that I wasn't restrained to a chair while unconscious, but now, I was. Instinctively, I sought to wiggle out of it but whoever tied it made sure that possibility didn't exist, but I kept trying because I could still remember the vile scene I’d witnessed before I landed here.
I was still at it when I started to pick up a familiar female’s voice close by.
“After all the hard work I put in to make things look real, you still had to go and f**k things u
