THIRTY SEVEN

Droplets of water echos through the walls and bounces to my ear as I stir from this lingering slumber that bastard had injected me with.

Stinging pain ringing in my head as I groan and want to rub my face and open my eyes to see my vision blur, but I can't move my arms. Fully aware, I noticed that chains bound my wrist. I try yanking them, but it's impossible to break free with my strength. If I were Wonder Woman, breaking would take less than a second. But since I'm no superhero, I can't push my luck.

Looking around, there seemed to be no windows and barely any light. The hitman took me somewhere; nobody knows where I'm at.

I yank the chains repeatedly, then look for a possible way out, but this place is so deemed I can hardly look anywhere.

"Where am I?" I whisper, and before I can find the answer, a door opens, and a wall of bright light burns my eyes as I look away.

"You're awake."

My eyes shot up but kept hidden from the light as my memory collected the voice taunting me since I