My body slams against the hard ground as consciousness comes back to me. My head pounds, but I'm all too aware of the familiar cell I'm sprawled across to take a moment to focus on the pain.
It's small and dirty, but that's the least of my problems. My pained wrists are bound to the wall to keep me down as eager audience watches over me.
Sergiu and Monica stand outside my cell, watching me like a caged animal with another guy whose name have no idea of, but I remember him from last time. He's the owner, the asshole who was responsible for all of this bullshit.
Pulling myself up off the ground, I sit against the blood-smeared wall as I keep my gaze locked on them, all too aware of the fact the cell door remains open. Sergiu watches me too closely, and the vile way he looks at me makes my skin crawl.
