Sarah Andrews opened her eyes and muted sunlight coming through the curtains. She sat up, and as she did, realized the plastic handcuffs had been removed from her wrists. It was the first time they had been free since she was held captive. Moving tentatively, she swung her feet out of bed and found them free of restraints, as well.
She stood, and feeling the chill in the room, reached for the robe that lay on a chair and pulled it on before walking to the window. A recognizable heaviness in her head and limbs told her drugs were still in her system. The feeling was becoming strangely familiar, and she wondered what that meant and what the drugs were and what impact they were having.
She still had enough self-awareness to know her reactions no longer felt normal. She had been kidn*pped,
