Chapter 77

Jackson’s eyes shot open suddenly on the cold hard ground he found himself, a blinding pain shooting across the back of his head and his face. He tried to move but his hands were tied behind him tightly, the edges of the zip tie cutting across his skin. He tried to focus his vision but it was damn near impossible in the pitch blackness. His tongue was dry, and tasted metallic. Confusion clouded his brain as he tried to understand what was going on.

What was going on? Where was he? Last he remembered, he was talking to Ethan about Emily and then - shit! Someone attacked him from behind. Panic rose in his chest, suddenly heaving up and down when the door opened and someone walked in, he tried to look up but the pain shot across but he fought through it and balancing himself on his knees.

The door seemed farther away from he lay helplessly, so their steps were slow and calculated and almost intimidating, the echoes of their leather boots knocking seamlessly across the wooden floor.

“You