The intense throb of pain surged through Maya's head as she jerked awake. Her vision was somewhat blurry, making it difficult for her to discern her surroundings. She felt the coldness of the floor beneath her, and something heavy was clasping her wrists and ankles.
Maya regained consciousness, and her surroundings came into view. The strange room she was in was dimly lit and empty. The air was thick with the scent of dampness and something metallic.
She looked down at her wrists, bound together with handcuffs. She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the bite of the metal against her skin. Her ankles were also clipped together with chains, which clinked with every slight movement she made.
Maya opened her mouth to scream, but her voice felt frozen. Tears filled her eyes as panic surged in her heart. She had been kidnapped; the reality of her situation sank in.
She strained to catch a glimpse of a large steel door out of the corner of her eye.
