My eyes snapped open. It was blurry at first, crusts of sleep still in my eyes.
Blinking a few times, I noticed I was in the room— my prison, but I didn’t know how I got here. My memory comes up blank, remembering not a single thing from yesterday.
For a minute as I lay there staring at the ceiling, I felt nothing and then came everything. My lips felt raw, used and bitten and when I touched them, I could almost taste… someone.
But before I could think too much of it, the hammering of my head began, and I ducked under the blankets to cower away from the bright sunlight and the pain that seemed to drum against my skull.
It is a constant beat, thumping and grinding in my head.
I felt a twist in my stomach, uneasy and nauseating.
“Found your love for liquor, have you?”
I froze, su
