Ezra
My eyes fluttered open to darkness and pain. Where was I?
My head throbbed like someone had hit it with a rock. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. My hands were bound tight in front of me with a rough rope. That wasn't the only thing.
Something was tied around my mouth too, making it close to impossible to scream or talk. I could only make small, muffled sounds. Where was I? And why was I in this position? The questions kept replaying in my head as I tried to get myself.
Everything felt fuzzy and jarring. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember the recent events that landed me in this situation. I remembered going to the village with Allen. The flower shop. I was with Allen when that commotion occurred. Then I went to separate the kids that were fighting. The weird person wearing the hood. And the hand over my face.
Nightie night, Ezra. Lilith.
