ELEVEN

My body was utterly and completely drained of energy when I woke up. My head is throbbing, and my eyes are itchy.

Although I feel the comfort of the bed on my back, making me want to stretch out my arms so I can get more comfortable, the thing is, I can't move them. I look up, and they are handcuffed to the headboard. I sat up, feeling a soft fabric beneath me, and tried to put the pieces together, but the colour drained from my face. I was caught. I was dumbfounded. I thought I had planned it all well, but I guess not.

I'm so stupid, I mentally yell at myself. Of course, he would be two steps ahead of me.

I tried to shake the chains back and forth, but that only made my wrists hurt. Thankfully, my legs were not tied.

I keep wriggling my hand, the clinks of the headboard against the metal cuffs intensifying.

"I suggest you stop that, unless you want to hurt yourself by slicing your skin open." A deep voice erupted from the room, urging me to snap my head around and look for the source