Twenty-Three - NadiaI felt like I’d been sitting for hours, but I had no way of knowing how much time was passing. In some ways, it was almost worse than the car. At least there I had sounds and the movement of the car to give me some indication of the world beyond my blindfold. But here, I just sat. All I felt was the heat of the room, the bindings wrapped around my wrists and ankles, digging in until I felt raw, and the still sting of my cheek. I could hear movement coming from overhead and what sounded like muffled speaking, but none of it was anywhere near me. I assumed the guard was still near me, because he hadn’t made any sounds to indicate that he’d left since taking his seat—and I hadn’t wanted to tempt him again after his earlier threat.
Sitting there was driving me crazy. How c
