“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.