My eyes fluttered open at the sound of the metal can. The bright light blinded me for a second, forcing me to close my eyes. My head throbbed painfully, every pulse sending a wave of nausea through me.

The cold floor beneath me felt rough against my skin. I tried to move, but my wrist were tied together by something sharp and tight. A zip tie.

I blinked several times until my vision cleared. The room was small, dim, and smelled of damp concrete. A flickering bulb hung from the ceiling, ...