My ears–they hurt.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt stuck, as if there was glue or something. I stretched my eyes open, seeing myself in some room, with gray walls and gray floors.
There was one light bar that emitted light.
I tried to move, but I felt the rope contain me tightly. I was trapped. Then ahead of me, I saw Denver, who was in the corner.
She was standing, as if she was waiting for me to wake up. She slowly walked towards me, her face clean and smooth. How long was I here?
"Hello, TSA spy," she said with a chuckle.
"I'm sorry TSA–"
"Who sent you?" she asked me. I looked around, confused why she asked. "You just said I was from the TSA, so you would basically know the–"
Suddenly, she swung her hand and slapped me across the face. The pain, the burn of the slap made me feel as if my face were shattered.
