Page 7 of Caution

“I'm not going anywhere with you,” I said, already moving in an attempt to get away.

I didn't get far.

His hand gripped my arm, not nearly tight enough for the level of resistance I felt.

Something more than his hand was holding me, but it wasn't something I could feasibly explain to anyone.

Not even myself.

He met my gaze, and a sudden, overwhelming drowsiness swept through me.

The last thing I remembered before my eyes closed was his declaration of, “I'm afraid I have to insist.”

Three

Iawoke with a start, head pounding, ears ringing, wonderingwhat the hell just happened?

My last clear memory was of being surrounded by …something… in the back parking lot ofSomething Blue.

Now, I was in the dark in some unknown room, shackled to the bed.

No.

Not shackled.

Just… heavy.

Inexplicable heaviness in my limbs weighed me down, but I fought against it to force myself to sit up. Once I’d managed to get upright, it came with a feeling that my head was spinning. I blinked wildly, trying to shake it off, eyes struggling for any familiarity with my surroundings in the dark.

There was none.

Instead, my attention landed heavily on my legs and feet, willing the mobility back into them. After what felt like so many minutes dragging by, I found it, managing to swing my feet off the bed and plant them on the floor.

Breathless, I cast my gaze around again.

Where the fuck am I?

I could still barely see in the dark, but I didn’t need to be certain. I definitely wasn't in my own home, in my own bed. Just barely, I could make out the outline of what I guessed was a window. I willed my legs into motion, making it there to pull back what felt like weighted curtains.

Itwasa window.

And it was quite high up, giving me a night-obscured view of what appeared to be foliage, trees for as far as I could see.

No sign of a road that led to… wherever the hell this was.

But… there were voices.

I could hearvoices, coming from…somewhere.

I had no idea if that was a good thing or bad.

I certainly was in no shape for confrontation of any type, especially with my surroundings unknown. Still, I wasn't about to just sit here and wait for whatever or whoever might eventually come for me.

So I decided.

I was leaving this room.

I would not get caught.

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