Where am I?
I felt weak as I tried to lift my hands to rub my eyes. There was something heavy on my wrists.
I looked down and saw a silver cuff on each of them. I groaned, frustrated with myself.
I slowly moved my head to look around. I was in a small, dimly lit room on what felt like a camp bed.
I could see a shadow of someone in the corner watching me.
“Where am I?” I sighed
“Somewhere safe for now," a deep voice greeted me
“Do you plan to kill me?” I asked with a croaky voice
“Hopefully not, but that will depend on you,"
“Can I have some water at least?” realizing how dry my mouth was
“Sure"
I could hear a tap running and filling a cup. The man in the shadow came over and lifted my head so I could sip the water.
I looked up at him. He appeared tall and lean. His head wa
