Emily

My eyes slowly opened, and I felt slightly groggy, remembering what happened back at my apartment. I realized to my dismay that I wasn’t home anymore but somewhere else. And worse, Baltazar sat on a chair a couple of feet away from me, smoking a cigar and holding a glass of what looked like wine in his other hand. He rocked in his chair, gazing at me and smiling.

“Wakey wakey,” he said. “Eggs and bakey.”

I tried moving my hands, but I noticed that they ...