Grace's POV.
I woke with a start, a strong pungent smell assualting my senses, burning the back of my throat and making my eyes water.
The setting sun filtered through slits and chips in the walls. When I tried to lift my hand to shield my eyes from the penatrating light, it caught mid-way and I realized that I was bound.
I yanked my other hand up only to realize that it too was bound.
I followed the length of the rusted chains - they were locked around an old water heater.
I pulled with all my might, but the chains wouldn't budge.
I scanned my surroundings, looking for something that I could use to set myself free - trying to find a way out.
The room was small and despite the warm light filtering through, it felt musty and cold.
It was mostly empty save for a rickety wooden table
