Chapter 8:Irked by his stare

~Amara~

I woke up with a throbbing headache and a split skull.

Yep, I could definitely say that my skull was split in two because why do I feel like someone performed an acrobatic on it?

I tried to move my hands and was met with stiff opposition. I pulled a little bit hard and was rewarded with a sharp pain in my wrist.

Startled, I opened my eyes and looked over at my hand. I was chained to the head of a bed with a handcuff. I looked around the room; this definitely wasn't the prison that I was confined to. This space was much better and cleaner. It almost looked like a normal person’s home but I knew that having a home was far from me.

“Sweet. You’re awake. I was wondering whether to baptize you with a pack of ice cubes. Thankfully you got the memo before you woke”

My head turned to the soun……