27

Brian

I slowly peeled my heavy eyelids opening, groaning at the excruciating pain that shot through my skull as soon as I came to. I was blindfolded, my hands and feet spread and tied as I laid on a bed. 

My body ached, my throat the same. I swallowed hard, wincing at the pain that shot through my throat. I let my eyes flutter shut, there was no use in opening them with my ability to see inhibited.

The door opened and a figured quietly entered the room. "Hey, Brian. I'm so glad you're finally awake. Are you okay?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed before removing the blindfold. 

Am I okay? What kind of question was that? I was tied up and blindfolded and it wasn't for BDSM. What about that made me okay? 

"C-Cass? Why are y-you here?" I settled on asking instead, wincing once more from the pain in my throat. Finding out why she was here was more important than getting offended on being asked if I was okay upon getting kid