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I open my eyes and I regret it immediately. The sun's rays get through the damaged windows and dazzle me for a few seconds. I curse under my breath, trying to get eyesight accustomed to light. I moan from the pain that suddenly appears in my back, arms and legs. It's terrible. I swallow saliva and feel like my throat is burning because of lack of moisture. I lick my dry lips and curie as they start burning. A metallic taste of blood is not something I like, but rather, that makes me want to throw up. The smell that floats in the room where I am doesn't help at all.
After a while, I regain total consciousness. I'm sitting in a chair in a room and I can't get up. I look down and notice the ropes tied around my legs and waist.
I look around the room. There's nothing special here. Four walls of some abandoned building. Torn curtains, falling off floral wallpaper and cracked and destroyed parquet. The windows are broken, so a light wind gets inside and blows my face. It is pleasant and gives me some relief. The left cheek still hurts and I feel like the wound is in a worse condition than before. I take a deep breath and try to move, but I can't. My hands are also tied behind me and every move makes me feel a lot of pain.
What the hell am I doing here? The last thing I remember is a night in an abandoned skyscraper and an argument with Zed.
I open my eyes wide, realizing that someone is missing here.
Zed.
I clench my jaw tight and try to get my hands off the ropes. I hiss quietly when the fiber scratches me from fresh wounds. I have no chance of escaping.
"Fantastic" I mumble, leaning my head back. I look at the ceiling, where there is already a lot of mold.
How could we got so caught? Now we can't get back In time and stop them all from self-destructing. I will never see my family or friends again. If I survive at all.
I close my eyes and frown my eyebrows, refraining from crying. God, do I really have to be so weak? As usual, I want to cry when something goes wrong. But this time I have a really good reason to cry. So maybe I won't hold back.
"Look who woke up." I hear a male voice behind me. I recognize him right away, so I immediately get nervous and straighten up on this damn uncomfortable chair.
Oh God, just not him.
The man stands in front of me. He smiles spitefully, crossing his hands behind him. I see the purple marks on his face that Zed left before we escaped.
"You look even worse than I remembered." I say. „Nice bruise." I add, raising the corner of mouth, which doesn't escape his attention. He reaches with his hand to the eye and tightens the jaw firmly.
"Now you're talkative. We'll see if you're so cheerful when your time comes." He mumbles and squats in front of me. There is an alarm in my head.
"What did you do to him?" I ask, looking at him with disgust. Nothing and nobody's been causing bad emotions in me like that asshole.
„Shh..." He silences me and taps me on my thigh. I yank my knee up with a great desire to hit him In the balls, but the ropes are limiting me completely. My attempts to get out clearly entertain him because he's watching me with that stupid smile on his lips. "I would never believe how much aggression can be in such a petite girl."
"You are pathetic. " I spit. " Where is Zed? What did you do to him?"
"In there where he belongs." he shrugs one's shoulders. He looks behind me and nods, letting someone know. Right next to me appears one of his subjects and give him an old stool. He takes it and puts it right in front of me. Then he sits on it.
"I'd rather die than give you any information." I'm growling towards him.
"If that's what you want..." he smiles and then looks at someone behind me. "You know what to do."
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Guys, sorry for any mistakes, english isn't my strong suit but at least I tried.
