I swallow, then drink a little more, swishing it around in my mouth as I blink rapidly, settling my contacts in properly.
I swig some immediately, then gag as the water rushes into my mouth. “Here, have some water,” the man says, pressing a plastic water bottle into my hand. “Where am I?” I croak hoarsely, my throat parched and dry. My eyes blur, and for a few seconds they itch as my contacts readjust. “Well, how ‘bout that? Easy, now, don’t try to sit up,” the intruder says, in familiar male voice, as I open my eyes. Boots, with a heel, I think – because the footsteps are louder than a normal shoe. For a brief moment, I twitch, and the creaking pauses.Ī footstep thunks dully against the wooden boards, and then another. The floorboards creak as I shift in the bed.
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