Andrea
When I finally regained consciousness, my vision was too blurry for me to see anything clearly, and my mind was fuzzy on what had happened last. I was trembling not only in fear, but also because of how cold it was wherever I was at.
My whole body ached like I had been beaten half to death, and I could smell the strong scent of blood. When I tried to lick my lips because they were dry, I immediately hissed from the pain and the taste of blood.
As my vision began to clear, I looked around and realized I was being held in a dark cell most likely in an underground dungeon or basement from the looks and musty smell of the place. I tried to sit up, and immediately winced from the pain that shot through my side.
I accessed my wounds the best I could from the
