The following morning, Gemma woke up with her head feeling like it was twice its normal size.
She groaned as she rolled on the bed with her eyes still closed and for a moment she thought she was back at home and in her own bed. But when she opened her eyes she was greeted with disappointment.
She was still being held hostage but to her surprise, she was no longer in that dirty basement.
Groaning Gemma slowly sat up on the bed resting her back against the headboard as the event of last night came back to her.
Finally, she had escaped or so she had thought before Miguel's guard caught up with her and knocked her out.
Gemma winced as she brought her hand to the place where the guard's gun had connected with her face, touching it with her fingers.
The bandaid Miguel had placed on it last night was still there. She remembers the way he had looked at her and Gemma could have sworn that she saw a tiny bit of kindness in those hazel eyes of his when he cleaned her wound.
