Lisa's POV

The room was spinning when I came to.

At first, I thought I was dreaming — my limbs heavy, tongue dry, breath coming in short, erratic gasps. My eyes blinked open slowly to the pulse of an overhead bulb flickering in and out of life.

Then realization crept in…The walls were bare.

The scent of rust and mold filled the air, laced with something else, like gasoline or damp wood. There was no window, just a vent buzzing softly above.

I tried to move. That was when I realized my ...