GALINA'S POV
Trachni menia, vse bolite. My eyes are fighting me. I am trying to open them, but they won't budge. At least, that is what I thought at first. Then I realized my eyes were open, but covered up by something. Then panic overtakes me as I try to sit up and feel that my hands and feet are bound.
This can't be happening, not now. Everything was coming together; I found a pack, my mate, and a friend.
"Help!" I yell. Based on the hollow sound, I can guess that I am in a brick or cement room. The surface below me is cold and damp. My fear is beginning to take hold, and I try to take long, deep breaths. Allowing fear to reside in my head will only make things worse.
I am alive, so that means I have an opportunity to escape. Based on my being tied and blindfolded, my captor doesn'
