Tap... Tap... Tap...
That was the first thing she heard, even before she opened her eyes. A steady pitter patter of water dropper somewhere close.
Aria’s eyelids fluttered open. The world spun for a second before settling into focus, her eyes taking a while to adjust to the dark lighting in the grimy looking place. Her vision was hazy, like looking through smeared glass. A single yellow bulb was the only source of light in the room, dangling by a frayed wire.
She tried to move.
Her arms wouldn’t budge.
That was when she felt the coarse fibers of a rope biting into her wrists, the tightness around her ankles, and the chill of the metal chair beneath her thighs.
A wave of panic shot through her chest.
Her mouth went dry in an instant. Her breathing picking pace.
No… no, no, what's go
