First of all, you're not going anywhere-at least anytime soon-so you may as well just get used to that. 'What's going on? You need to let me go right now!' I demanded. The man only looked and let out a small laugh. I quickly remembered where I was and started to struggle against my restraints. He looked like he might be either middle eastern or maybe Latino I was never really good at guessing someone's ethnicity. He had a strong, square jaw covered in stubble, and short cropped hair. Not overly muscular, but you could definitely tell he worked out. He had dark skin, as if he spent a lot of time in out in the sun. As I looked him over, something familiar tugged at the back of my mind-like a dream that you tried desperately to remember, but the harder you tried, the quicker it disappeared. I didn't think you were that much of a lightweight,' the man snickered. I had little time to even consider possible answers when a deep voice called my attention to the only door in the room. What the hell happened to me last night? Where was I, and how did I end up like this? The questions were racing through my mind. My hands and legs were up in the air, bound together with electrical tape. Rising panic cleared away the vestiges of any heaviness that plagued my thoughts, and with horror, I took in my situation.
Through the grogginess, I could sense that something wasn't quite right: My range of motion seemed too constricted, and I wasn't able to stretch my limbs.
