Emma
I open my eyes to a blur, a throbbing headache pounding against my left eye. I blink a few times, trying to come to.
So, I guessed I’m not dead… not yet anyway.
It takes quite a few blinks before I can focus on my surroundings. I am alone, wherever this is. It’s dimly lit here, and for a minute I think it’s my own eyes blinking, but it’s actually the room’s only lightbulb, which is dangling precariously by its cord from an indiscernible hook or nail high on the wall.
As my vision clears, I am able to better assess my situation. I’m in a room that smells musty, with what looks like a portable toilet in the corner and a mattress on the floor, which I am lying on. I’m still wearing just my bra and my jeans since I had been starting to get undressed for my shower before he–whoever h
