I woke up with a headache and a limp body. My hands were tied with some kind of rope to the iron bed. Damn Andreas! He must have done this. I can't move at all.
And this is a small room like the previous place—prisoners' room with iron doors.
"Are you awake Anna? How was your sleep?" Andreas emerged from the door and approached, kissing my lips. I dodged.
"Let me go!"
"Let go of you? Of course. You should eat a little, it's noon and you haven't eaten at all. I brought you food. But first we have to agree on something." He stopped talking to get my attention.
"What do you want?"
"If you try to run away, I'll drug you again, I'm sure twice the anesthetic will affect your body strongly enough and I'll leave you starving here. You understand?" I had to nod. I had to figure out how to seize the remote, and now fighting is not a clever plan.
"Good" He untied my hands and the handcuffs that bound my hands.
