OPAL

I wake up to the feeling of being moved.

This immediately makes me act.

"Let me go!" I yell, moving around desperately and flailing my arms. I'm being dragged by two men, and it's too dark in the basement for me to see their faces.

The closer we get to the exit, the clearer their faces become because of the light.

I don't recognize them.

Without a word, they carry me up a flight of stairs before dropping me mercilessly on the floor of a kitchen. The pain of the crash is so strong ...