"Cold, hungry "
Was the two words she mumbled before she awoke with a jerk and in a cold perspiration. She looked around the large room brightly lit by a fluorescent light bulb and wondered where she was.
She tried to move and winced, her head hurting where she'd been struck. She was feeling lethargic and famished until an abrupt move startled her.
"Who's there? " She croaked, her throat dry from lack of moisture. She ignored the splitting headache and stepped cautiously to the direction the figure had moved.
As soon as she arrived, a pungent smell hit her so hard she cringed her nose in disgust.
"Yolk,what is that smell!" she exclaimed, utter disgust written on her face.
"Probably me " a voice muttered from a corner of the room.
Lia noticed him at once, he was sitting against the wall clutching a side of his stomach while his face was swollen and bloody. He was definitely beaten black and blue.
