As Mia slowly regained consciousness, she felt groggy and disoriented. Her head throbbed, and it took her a moment to realize that she was tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. Panic set in as the memories of being captured flooded back.

She tried to speak, her voice coming out weak and shaky. "Let me go," she demanded, her eyes darting around the room, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

“Oh dear, that’s too fast. I didn’t expect you to be awake this soon. Are you an alcoholic?” ...