I groaned from the throbbing pain in my forehead, and struggled to open my eyes. My blurry vision was met with a dimly lit room, which smelled like dead rats.

"Oh, look, the princess is coming around," an unfamiliar male voice spoke over me.

The hell? Princess?

"How are you feeling Quinn?" a guy wearing specs, asked, crouching down in front of me.

...were these morons high on something?

"Who are you?" I rasped, then, cleared my throat. The first thing I realized was that I was dealing with two kidnappers, both of who appeared to be incredibly stupid face wise. I didn't want to judge, but...they started it by...