Graciela’s POV
My eyes will barely open and I let out a low groan as I shift my head off my own shoulder, the weight of my skull is unbearable. I swear I didn’t drink that much so why do I feel like I’m suffering through the world's worst hangover?
I try to raise my hand to brush my hair behind my ear that is hanging across my face, stuck to my cheek by my own drool. Classy.
My hand comes to an abrupt stop, as something tight rubs against the skin of my wrist behind my back. Wait, what? Why are my hands behind my back?
I pull at my arms again, panic starting to settle over me as I realise that I can’t move, my hands are tied together.
I force my eyes open and suck in a fearful breath as a dingy warehouse comes into view around me. It’s mostly dark, the only light coming through a grim
