My breath ached as I woke up once again, whatever the hell they were drugging me with really was weakening my ability to heal. I was sitting in a chair, hands tied to its cool metal frame. The wooden seat creaked as I leaned my back fully against the back of the chair. The movement sent shocks down to my toes. My neck ached from being arched so long. I needed to play this out smarter. I wasn't even sure how far I was from home. The concoction in my blood had my head pounding. I had done reading lately in the library about potions and spells, and from my state that is what I was leaning towards.
"I told you not to fight me." The gruff, unamused voice sounded from the corner to my right. Glancing over, I squinted my eyes. Making out the tall man's blurry silhouette. "I really just wanted a
