I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see. Yet, I could feel something pinned up against my back. I tried to look around in panic –until I realized I was blindfolded and chained fast to something. My wrists were tied together, and I grasped something. To my surprise, they felt like fingers.
“Hello?” I rasped.
“Eleanor.” A familiar voice groaned.
“Michael?” I whimpered. “Are you okay? Where are we?”
His finger twitched and curled around my fingers. They felt cold and sticky. Fear shivered down my spine. Please, tell me that’s not blood.
“They got us, Eleanor.” He whispered hoarse. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I should have protected you better. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you okay?” I rasped in horror. “What happened?”
I heard the screeching of metal and the boots of someone entering. I heard something s
