Her head was fuzzy, and she wasn't sure where she was. She could feel a scratchy blanket against her bare legs, and she knew her hands were handcuffed above her head. Opening her eyes and looking around, she found herself in what had to be a rundown motel. There were two full-size beds, each with ugly gold and burgundy blankets on them. That explained the scratchy material under her legs.
Facing the bed was an off-white dresser with an older television on top. The paint was chipped, and some of the drawers were hanging in their slots crooked. To her left was a bathroom. She could tell by the light that had been left on that it was in desperate need of a scrubbing. To her right was a wall of curtains that hid her from the world outside and the door. It would be her only way out if she coul
