Pain climbed Maggie’s wrists. Not a mind-numbing pain or a hateful pain. Just an ache, which seemed to assure her that if she tried to move, something much worse would follow. She was tied up, her back pressed against something hard and straight. Her face was still covered, and the heat of every breath made it more difficult to breathe.
She listened closely in the darkness. The sound of water lapping came from beneath her. The rhythm of steady breathing came from behind her. Movement in the corner. Not constant. Like someone was shifting their weight, uncomfortable from sitting in one place for so long.
“You know,” Maggie said as carelessly as she could, “I have to stop waking up like this. Darkness, not knowing where I am. Last time was bad enough. Eternal darkness with nothing to mark
