160 Obsessed 2

I was single-handedly dragged across the floor as if I weighed no more than a feather. My blood trailing behind me as it stained the white tiles. 

At this point, I was more helpless than before. I couldn't even move my fingers. Vince tied my wrists tightly that the rope harshly dug deep into my flesh making my hands numbed with pain. 

I tried kicking him but I was surprised when my legs didn't even move an inch. How am I supposed to fight when I can't move a body part? My strength drained quickly and the pain in my head worsened. 

Even my eyes start to blur from the amount of blood leaking from my grievous wound. Anytime soon I wouldn't be able to control myself and I would lose consciousness. 

Vince continued to move forward until he finally reached the kitchen. He kicked the door open, pulled me across the kitchen and dumped me into the floor beside an unconscious body bathing in a pool of blood.