Everything aches.
My body.
My brain.
My heart.
My body feels battered, my brain feels fried, and my heart, well, my heart feels broken.
I don’t know where I am or how I got here. But I tell my brain to snap the hell out of it and catch the f**k up.
I need to think.
Thinking back to my last memory, I yelp, which comes out muffled, as a tight gag prevents me from screaming.
Panic engulfs my entire being, and as I attempt to open my eyes to make sense of my surroundings, I realize my eyes are open.
So why is everything black?
I realize a scratchy blindfold covers my eyes, preventing me from seeing anything.
A sudden ache stabs me in the heart, and when I try to raise my arms to rub my chest, they don’t move an inch because my hands are bound with thick rope.
Taking a calming breat
