MAYA'S POV

I groan, but my body doesn't move. It feels like my legs and hands are bound by something. I can't turn or stir or...

I cry in my sleep, trying to wake myself up. I'm weak and disoriented. There's so much memory floating through my head at the moment. I can't tell which one is from the past or from the present.

I jerk, my eyes fly open, and I take in the surroundings. I'm on a very tiny bed, and I'm not chained. I throw my legs in the air to be sure.

The walls of the room look ...