Prologue

It was dark. I can’t see anything, even when I opened my eyes. It seemed as though I had some sort of blindfold over my eyes. My left cheek was sticking to some hot, soft material and I was lying down awkwardly. My legs felt as though they’re angled to be vertical whereas my body is lying down horizontally. I tried to take the blindfold off, but something constricted my hands to behind my back; is it rope? I moved my legs, but rope also seemed to have tied my ankles together. When I shifted my weight, I felt and heard leather material crunch under me. I wiggled myself to the right until my head bumped into something and once I did, I attempted to sit up straight. When I did, I paused to catch my breath. The air seemed as though it wasn’t enough for me; it was hot and stuffy, like I was in an overheated car. It makes sense; I might be in the back of a small car with leather seats. Why am I here? What happened? Was I attacked? Why don’t I remember much? I breathed heavily, as I heard very minute footsteps walking closer from outside. I resumed my original positioning as the culprits opened the door, letting the warm air escape.