When I come to, I'm lying on my side on a bed in a dimly lit room. My head throbs with pain and my body feels weak.
I try to sit up, but I realize that my hands are tied behind my back. Panic sets in as memories flood back to me. I turn around and when I see that Marcus is lying beside me with a smile on his face; I cry.
"Shhh…" he whispers, reaching out to touch the tears on my face. "No need to be so happy and cry," he says mockingly. "Your master is here now."
"Please…" I whimper.
"Did you have a hard time without me?" he asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
Trembling, I shake my head. I even try to pull away from him, but I'm still weak from whatever drug he used on me.
"Ah, right!" Marcus suddenly reaches for a knife beside him, and I close my eyes in terror. My mind races with thoughts of what he could possibly do to me with that knife.
