Aria woke up to a humming tune.When she tried to move, her body protested. She felt pain all over her body. Something metal tugged at her wrist, and when she looked down, she saw it... a cuff. One end looped around her right wrist, the other fastened to a narrow railing bolted to the wall.
For a long moment, she just lay there, breathing. That damn tune making her head throb. Her mouth was dry, her throat raw. It took her another few seconds to realize she was back in the room but wasn’t on the chair anymore. Beneath her was a mattress...a sorry excuse for one, laid directly on the floor. The sheets smelled faintly of cheap detergent, the type with a strong antiseptic smell.
Then she saw him.
Ethan sat a few feet away, a canvas in front of him. His head darting every now and then from
