My head was pounding like someone was taking a jackhammer to it. I winced when I opened my eyes and felt a pulsing in my sockets. "Fuck." I muttered, and even the small whisper was enough to turn that jackhammer to a new speed and level. I tried to remember what happened, but all that would come to mind was driving in the car with Ezra. Where were we even going? And why can't I remember anything? Where is he?
I reached for my head, but my hands were bound. When I tried to pull them up again, I felt the rope cut into my skin and then the wood against my wrist. Then, I started to focus on the little details around me. Pitch dark, no windows, cold, and a dripping sound. Probably in a basement somewhere. Concrete walls so no one can hear me, probably too far from anything, so even if I got lo
