Chapter 69

The next time I woke, I was hanging back up in my usual position. My eyes were wrapped with gauze from my nose up to my forehead. The pounding in my head was the same. It happened every time they put me under. It would take days for it to go away. I took stock of my body. Toes moved. Fingers moved. Muscles in my legs and arms were tight but could move. I had been out for a while then just hung up to dry.

“It’s awake, sir.”

My brow furrowed and I cocked my head slightly. Usually there wasn’t someone in here watching. It was only just a guard check. There was another few moments and the door opened to the right of me.

“Well, well. It survived at least.”

A door swung open and I could smell their cologne as they got closer.

“You alive, mutt?”

I didn’t say anything. They grabbed my chin and yanked me up. I could feel their breath fan on skin and it made me convulse.

“We fixed your voice so you could speak. Didn’t they once hail you as the best singer? What was it? ‘She could charm a