EMMETTE

I heard footsteps, hollow but seemingly close. My hands are tied behind my back. So were my legs as I rolled agonisingly on the floor since my eyes were blindfolded. I was dehydrated, battling a massive headache and the last thing I remember was a having a conversation with Kennedy.

I had no idea what we talked about or how it led to me being tied up. But one thing was sure, I was drugged, knocked out and dragged to where ever the hell I now resided.

My ear pressed against the wooden tiled floor, the sound of steps pounding, getting louder until they finally stopped. Locks clicked, knobs...