ARIA’S POV

As my eyes slowly opened, the first thing I felt was the sharp bite around my wrists. I looked down and realized I was strapped to the bed, not with one restraint but two, each one pulled tight enough to bruise. I tried to move, even a little, yet the straps held firm. My neck throbbed with a deep, pulsing ache, and in that moment the memories rushed back. I was supposed to be far from this place, yet here I was again, trapped in this same room that carried the cold, stale scent ...