The first thing I realized when I woke up was that I couldn't move.
When I tried to move my hands I realized they were bound with rope.
The second thing I realized was that I was bleeding I could see that they had dragged me to this spot in the room because I had carpet burns on my legs.
I started going over the checklist in my head. What did I see, smell, and hear.
The air smelt musty. It definitely hadn't been lived in recently. I could see that I was in a small bedroom.
It looked really run down. There was graffiti on the walls, and the carpet had burn marks in it, probably from druggies.
I couldn't hear anything except the occasional mouse and my own steady breathing.
You would think that if this happened enough to you it would become easier. It never has.
I am Lily Luna Potter and I bet you haven't heard a story like this before.