-Tristan POV-
I opened my eyes slowly, the sound of whispering and the uneven road made me bump my head on a hard flat surface. It looks like my hands are tied pretty tightly with chains, my wrist slightly pained due to the friction between my skin and the chains. I couldn't see anything, I'm inside a sack.
"Is he awake?" a womanly voice spoke.
"Not sure, I saw the boss around here somewhere" another voice spoke.
The texture of the fabric is burlap, so I'm inside the burlap sack. My mouth was tightly sealed with a long white cloth. I could feel a hand poke my side, trying to test whether I'm awake. The woman spoke again this time, with a creepy yet alluring voice tone. A hand suddenly grip my leg out of nowhere feistily.
I could feel another body part of mine bleeding badly, it's around my thighs I think.
"Let me stab him and see if he's awake," the woman said happily.
