The first sound to pierce the veil of oblivion Lizzie was cocooned in was a text notification. Then her phone rang repeatedly before it faded back into quiet. But it sounded like it was miles away...
“Ohhh.”
With a groan, Lizzie came back into awareness. Her brain still felt fuzzy, as if she’d gone without sleep for days. She blinked rapidly and shook her head, trying to move away from the fog toward clarity.
When she tried to reach up to rub her eyes, she found her wrists had been secured by zip ties to the wooden chair she sat in. Leaning forward and looking down she could also see similar zip ties around each ankle, holding her in place. She strained against her restraints, to no avail, then gave up and leaned back again as a mild wave of nausea hit her. Taking deep breaths in throug
