Chapter 16 Chapter 16: Mad dogs and Englishmen

Softness. The smell of clean sheets. Bliss.

Then, shit.

My arms were strapped down, belted to the cold metal sides of the bed. My head spun, a nauseating carousel, and my face throbbed with a deep, rhythmic pain like I’d been kicked by a horse. Fear, cold and sharp, clawed at me. How did I get here...