Seventy-seven

Noah yawned and stretched—or rather tried to stretch but he realized that he was on some kind of restraint. His eyes flew open at the thought of perhaps, his father must have tied him up.

However, when he opened his eyes he was in for a big shock for he was no longer in the bedroom at the hotel but was strapped to a recliner chair.

He was in a dark huge room with no sign of a window, his hands were strapped tightly to the chair and he was having serious issues trying to move around.

He looked around the room trying to make sense of it or see anything but everywhere was just darkness.

"Dad?" He whispered.

He heard a groan beside him followed by the scrapping of a chair. He looked beside h