…Sebastian POV...
I wake up. My head is pounding; it throbbing like hell. It feels like a freight train has made my head mush. Before I can even think of opening my eyes, there is a blow to my head.
"Goddammit!" My voice echoes to the corners of the room bouncing back off the walls.
With his next blow, I am out.
Then I wake up again. I shake my head and soon become aware of my surroundings. I have a blindfold on, tied on a bit too tightly. I am either in a very dark room, or it is night, possibly even both. I am tied to what feels like a pole; it is cold and smooth to the touch. My feet are tied to the chair that I am sitting on, which is probably tied to the pole as well.
