PIPER
Between each blink and the next, my world shifts.
There is darkness and the woodsy, cinnamon scent I know as Timofey.
Then the world is rumbling beneath me. My cheek is pressed to smooth leather, and I hear Timofey's voice.
"Have a room ready the fucking second we get there," he growls.
A room?A torture chamber, he means. Maybe a prison cell.
I try to ask if we're in a car and where he is taking me. I'm not sure if my mouth even manages to form the words before it's black again.
Another blink and there is blinding light. It paints my eyelids white and prickles like static electricity across my skin.
I keep my eyes closed. Opening them is too difficult, anyway. They're heavy and I'm heavy. My limbs are weighted down, but I also feel like I'm floating.
