MARIA POV
The warehouse smelled like mildew and rot, the kind of stench that settled deep in your lungs and refused to leave. I tried not to breathe too deeply as I lay on the filthy, sagging mattress, its springs digging into my back through the thin fabric of my shirt. Every time I shifted even slightly, the thing let out a loud, creaking protest, and I had to bite my lip to keep from cursing out loud.
My wrists were raw, the plastic zip ties biting into my skin like a cruel joke. I didn’t even want to think about my ankles, tied just as tightly, leaving me completely at this psycho’s mercy. He hadn’t said much since he grabbed me, and I wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.
All around me everything was silent except for the steady, grating snores coming from the man slumpe
