When Cassie came to, her head pounding and her throat sore as she blinked hazy eyes up at what looked like a murky grey ceiling. She moved her limbs experimentally and felt rope or something tight winding around them, preventing her from moving them too much, struggling to sit upright and staring around the room in dismay and disgust.Her stomach churned.
She was in an old brick building, the room closed and most probably locked, she thought, grimly eyeing the door with shards of wood poking out and paint that had peeled off to show the plain wood colour beneath it. The floor was covered with dirt and hard concrete and there were various holes in the brick walls. There was no furniture and she stared at the ropes bounding her feet and her wrists together with a grimace. She pulled but it
