“She awake yet?”
The voice was harsh and beaten as if the vocal cords were stretched and stabbed.
I expected light when my eyes opened, but was given darkness.
Panicked, I thought the scuffle had knocked me out, until I noticed the blindfold resting on my face.
“Looks like she’s waking up now.”
A second voice, high-pitched and nasally like it was choked by the flu.
My hands were bound, legs tied, and what I could only hope was a clean sock was in my mouth.
“So what do we do with her?”
I knew freeing me wouldn’t be the answer.
Nice tactic to get the reader to experience together with the protagonist. Not sure it strictly includes enough before and after implications to make for a whole story but interesting nonetheless.