“What am I doing here?” I shout when they don't respond. I go to rush the person, but as I stand, I’m ripped crudely back down. My hips burned in pain as the chains snagged around my waist. As I fell, the concrete scraped my knees, and my face hit the pavement before I could manage to get my hands underneath me.
“Ugh”, I groan. That hurt. How did I miss the chains at my waist and feet? I should have tried to get up while I was alone, find a way out, but my head hurt so much that I hadn’t even thought to try.
“I am so sorry, Faith.” He stopped at my feet and crouched down beside me. That voice, I know that I have heard it before, but where?
“If your sorry, then you’ll let me go,” I say apprehensively. But he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of k********g me in the first place if
