Charlie
A small noise wakes me, and I twitch. My muscles are sore and stiff from sitting. Not that I can do much with my wrist handcuffed to the floor. At least I'm not still tied up.
There’s no light sneaking under the door. Is it morning yet? After I finished my water, I curled up best I could and shut my eyes. I must be seriously dehydrated because I haven’t had to pee. Not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
I sense rather than hear a presence outside the door. There’s a whisper of sound, and I stiffen. Is the guy returning?
The door creaks open and a large shadow slips inside. Glittering eyes in a paint-mottled face loom in front of me, and a gentle hand settles over my mouth, stifling my cry.
“Charlie.” His arms are strong around me. My breath rattles in my throat as I press
