Storytime.

I groaned in pain as my eyes slowly opened and were blinded by the light source that was directly in front of me. Blinking my eyes rapidly I tried to see what my surroundings were. Squinting my eyes looking around, the room was empty from what I could see and it was cold.

My wrists were bound behind me but my legs were allowed some freedom, the aching in my head was bearable and I could feel the dried blood on the side of my face. How hard did that person hit my head? Trying to free my wrists from the rope all it did was scratch me and cause discomfort to my clean wrists.

Giving up, I sagged on the chair trying to get a comfortable position, spreading my legs out, I sighed counting the number of times the light in front of me would flicker. Out of everything Antonio taught me, couldn't he teach me how to untie myself as well?

It soon got boring just watching that light flicker and hearing the distant music that played.

" ’Trust me’, he says," I mumbled into the lonely room, I am