Sleep drowned in an instant flood of ice. My body arched, rebelling against the shock.

That was the first thing I felt. A bucket of water splashed against my chest and face, dragging me from the calming embrace of nothing.

My body screamed, slightly less than before but screamed nonetheless.

I blinked hard. The torchlight swam in my vision, and what seemed like cloth clawed along damp stone walls. I moved, just to realize my arms were chained overhead, wrists raw and ...