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I woke up startled, air rushing up my lungs. My chest was tight and breathing oxygen in and out felt like a chore. My eyes flew open but everywhere was shrouded in darkness. It took me a while to realize a sack was actually over my head, shielding my face from the rest of the world. My gag was no longer on, so that was some sort of relief.

"Hey!" I yelled to no one in particular, the sack moving along with my head. "Hey! Is anyone there?"

I tried to move my hands and realized I was tied to a chair, a metal one at that, cold seeping into my skin. Another quick survey showed my legs were also bound to the metal chair and I muffled a scream, frustration coursing through my veins.

Where the hell was I? I wondered. A dull ache pulsed at the back of my head and I winced, unable to touch it. Then it all came rushing back. The muffles at the front of my door, the two guys and poof, me falling unconscious. That didn't explain how I got here though. I hadn't a faintest clue where here was.

"Hel