2.28 Breaking Free (2)

“Huh?” I strained and struggled to focus. It made my head hurt worse, but eventually the fuzzy shapes started to come into view.

“Please, Boyd! Please!”

A woman, so pretty, with hair the color of a warm sunset was the first to come into view. Her eyes were a deep honey color, not quite brown, but too rich to be hazel.

I was stunned. Too stunned. I didn’t register anything else but her for so long. Not until the floor started to crumble above, and she ducked, looking at the ceiling in panic.

“SHIT!” She screamed.

I frantically looked around. I was still in the torture room in the basement, smelling like piss and vomit. This woman wasn't familiar at all. I can’t recall seeing her any other time. I know I got hit on the head pretty hard, but I would definitely remember seeing someone like her in a place like this.

A thunderous explosion suddenly shook the room. I could hear the beastly snarls and vicious sounds of fighting all around. The ceiling was shaking, along with the walls.

“Boyd!