C h a p t e r T w e n t y - F o u r
T A Y L O R woke up in the dark but he could see small lights coming out from a small rectangular hole. It was obviously a sack were placed in his head and he felt like he was suffocating. His butt hurts since he was sitting in—he guessed—gravel and he could feel his arms and legs were restricted by cold heavy big ropes—no, it was no rope, it was chains! He wasn't a dog! He tried to move his arms which was tied together on his back but it was so tight and his hands were starting to numb that felt like hundreds of needles were prickling it.
Taylor jumped in surprised when he heard the sound of a hollow metal being hit by a solid one and the noise reverberated inside the room. Taylor wanted to cover his ears but he couldn't. He guessed he was in a closed
