My head felt like it was spinning when I opened my eyes. Something hard was brushing against my back and my hands seemed to be wound together. I raised my head and saw that I was tied to a wooden chair.
Not very smart.
I groaned a little when a wave of nausea hit me, making me shake my head in frustration. From behind me, I heard a chuckle.
"I see your awake." A masculine voice muttered the words like a hiss. From the darkness, a large man stalked towards me, a sadistic smile plastered in his face. In his hands was a dagger which he caressed with a bloody handkerchief. "Boy, you really done it now. You riled up the boss. You were such a pesky little pest that he had enough of your heroics." He stepped closer to me and tapped my face with his blade, the coldness of the metal brushing against my hot skin. "Do you want to say anything? Because later, nothings gonna escape those pretty little lips of yours but screams." He brought the knife lower and set the pointy end on my neck.