Russians

Alley POV

I woke up in a dingy room with my head on fire. I lightly rubbed my temple trying to remember what the fuck happened. My vision was still blurry as it ran over my clothes. Thankfully I was still in my jeans and blue t-shirt. I was covered in dirt and blood but at least I wasn't raped. I shuddered at that thought pushing down memories I could not let surface right now.

I jumped hearing two men begin speaking in Russian which sent a sharp pain through my skull I never felt before. "Fuck" I whispered holding my head.

The men approached me and instinctively I slid further away down the wall. That's when I noticed the chains on my wrist. How the fuck was that not the first thing I realized? My hands rubbed my sore arms trying to make sense out of all this.

Last I remembered I was at my appointment. Shit! I remembered someone put a cloth over my mouth and said something to me. The voice was familiar but now I can't place it. I looked around the room. I'm in a old bedroom that loo