Help me

The day was going awful for Alessia. She was hung over, but not only that; some idiot had decided to clasp her hands and legs to the wall and floor using some iron chain.

However, she knew the idiot would be none other than Sandro. He was the only one that could pull off such a ridiculous thing.

Yet, she didn't know what her offence was.

She let out a wince as the light drifted into her half-opened eyes. She shut them back and bit her lower lip.

Her head pounded, and wherever she was seemed damp, adding to her distress.

She had tried severally to shove down the vomit in her throat, and she doubted she could do so for long.

Her eyes opened eventually, and she sniffled as she gazed around. It was dark, darker than she had imagined. Only a torch by the wall illuminated the room.

But the glow from it wasn't still enough to call it light.

She caught sight of a movement and croaked out. "Help."

She clanked the chains holding her together to grasp the attention of whoever was there, but it s