PEDRO
I opened my eyes as I felt the rush of air into my lungs. The room seemed to be spinning continuously and I felt lightheaded. My feet did not seem to reach the ground anymore and when I actually looked at them, I saw that they weren't. My hands were tied above my head and suspended by a large chain which hung from the ceiling. Both of my legs were tied with chains. I tried to free myself from the chains holding my hands but as expected, my efforts were futile. The chains barely rattled and nothing changed. Clearly whoever it was that brought me here did not like me very much. Maybe, eventually, they would show themselves.
The room I was in was more like a vacuum, other than myself, there was nothing else in the room. It was dark and smelled of death and blood. I did not even hear r
