Neal's eyes flickered open slowly. His wrists were aching and his head was throbbing. The blurry room around him was hard to make out and so he decided to rest his eyes for a moment. When he finally came too he found himself in a dark cellar. Grey brick walls from every side and a high set of wooden stairs leading up to the ground floor.
He struggled a little but noticed his arms were above his head, zip tied to a large metal hook hanging from the ceiling. His toes touched the ground but only slightly. His shirt was off and he was wearing no shoes at this point while sweat crystals covered his torso thinly.
The hatch at the top of the stairs opened slowly causing a shot of fear to pass through his chest. He couldn't remember anything. Only walking towards his house… He was almost there when everything suddenly went black. He looked down to check his ankle and sure enough his anklet had been cut off.
'Neal.' A man's voice echoed through the room. 'And you thought you'd never see my face again.' Suddenly his face became clear and every trace of colour in Neal's face drained quickly. This was bad… very bad…
Hehe just a little teaser till I start the story. R&R tell me what you think :):)