Jackson’s POV
It's dark. So dark. Pitch black in fact. You only know for sure that your eye lids are actually open because you can feel your lashes against the thick, cloth blindfold tied tightly around your head. For a moment you almost want to laugh - it must've been a great night if you can't remember how you got back to your bed - but then you realise that what you're laying on is far too hard to be a bed. You want to reach other to take whatever it is around your eyes off to see where you are, but your hands meet resistance and that's when you know something really isn't right. That's when you start to panic. When you try to scream out things only get worse because your cries are muffled by the gag in your mouth. As you thrash about you realise how tightly your hands are bound togeth
