Chapter 11: Blood Bound
I’m alive. I’m bruised, immobile, and waiting for the next shoe to drop in the dark. But I’m alive. A gag is tied around my mouth. I bite down on the material and try to push it away with my tongue but the more I mess with it, the more it seems to invade my mouth. The air is damp and closed.
In the dark, I strain all my senses. I can hear pipes deep in the building but there’s no sound of traffic. No street noise. I must be underground.
It’s hard to tell how long I’ve been here. Somewhere between fifteen minutes and two hours. Long enough for my brain to slow down and stop panicking. My hands are tied behind me, around the back of a heavy metal chair. Each of my legs are bound to the chair separately. I wiggle desperately but the only things I can move are my head, my fingers, and my toes.