"Hey, wake up!!" A painful slap kissed Alisha's cheeks, pulling her out of her slumber. She winced in pain, spitting her bloody saliva on the floor. Her gaze was blurry for a second before they adjusted to the little light in the room.
She saw a man, a familiar man she'd seen before but she couldn't remember where she'd seen him.
He was glaring at her with a sinister smile as if he was going to do unpleasant things to her—horrible and unspeakable things.
The events of what happened a few hours ago came crashing in like a flood.
The commercial, Bethany asking for a chat at a restaurant, and a man grabbing her from behind and seizing her breath with some napkin laced with chemical.
She'd been kidnapped.
She tried to move her arms but they were tied right behind her on the chair she was sitting on.
