One hundred and Three

One hundred and three

Naomi

My head banged against the cold, hard surface, and I groaned as consciousness reluctantly returned.

My head and vision were foggy as I tried to blink away the haze, the metallic smell of blood infiltrating my nostrils as I tried to focus, and adjust my vision to the dim light of the room.

It was small and damp, and with only one little Window at the top corner of the room.

The feeble light barely illuminated the cold, concrete walls that seemed to close in on me.

My senses came back, and the memory of everything that happened came flodding back and in panic, I reached to touch my belly, but my hands were restrained behind my back.

I could feel the pulse of my baby, ans that was all it took for me to calm down. At least my baby was safe.

I just needed to find a way out of here before that changes.

I searched the room for anything I could use to escape. I needed to untie the binds on my hands before I'm able to do anything. But I had no idea how to.

If I cou