Liliana
I woke up slowly, my head pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer. Everything felt fuzzy and wrong, like I was swimming up from the bottom of a deep, dark pool.
Where was I?
The first thing I noticed was the smell, like damp concrete, and rust. I tried to move and realized my hands were tied behind my back. Rough rope cut into my wrists, and when I pulled against it, the pain shot up my arms like fire.
"She's awake," came a voice from somewhere in the darkness.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. I was in some kind of warehouse, with high concrete walls and broken windows near the ceiling. Weak sunlight filtered through the dirty glass, creating long shadows across the floor.
A man stepped into view. He was tall and thin, with graying hair and cold blue eye
