A/N: This is my first fanfic and I sincerely doubt that anybody will have read this far. If you are still reading, I am impressed and would love to hear from you so that I will keep writing!

My first thought when I woke up was wtf was in that milkshake.

My head was pounding and the bright light shining into my face was only making matters worse. I closed my eyes to the light but it was still too bright.

I tried to bring my hands up to cover my eyes to block out the remaining light but I found that I couldn't move my hands. I opened by eyes. The room I was in felt hazy and my head felt wobbly like I had had too much to drink.

Wait, that wasn't right. What room? The last thing I remembered had been passing out in my car in the back parking lot of the cafe.

I turned my head to the left to see my left wrist shackled to the wall with metal cuffs.

I moved my head slowly so as not to hurt it further as I assessed the full array of my bindings. My arm was bent at a right angle and pinned to the wall by cuffs at my wrist, forearm, and bicep. My right arm was similarly restricted. There was a thin metal brace around my chest binding me upright to the wall. I was sitting crosslegged on a stone floor.

It hit me all at once. I was in a strange place chained to a wall. I started to shriek.

This would not be how I would die. I yelled wordlessly and found that I wasn't making any significant sound. My mouth didn't feel weird because I had cotton mouth, I had a rag stuffed into my mouth as a gag.

I started to freak out and stretched my legs out in front of me and kicked them. I got nowhere. I was too securely bound to the wall. All I achieved was making my heels hurt from where I pounded them into the stone floor.

My brain still felt fuzzy. My throat started to close up with panic. Tears welled in my eyes and started to fall. I sat like that for a while, just trying to breathe.

After around 30 minutes of painfully trying to regain my breath and stop shaking a man walked into my room. I recognized him immediately and tried shouting again.

It went about as well as it had the first time which is to say not well at all. I stopped trying when I saw the laughter in his eyes as I struggled. He walked up to me unhurriedly and my mind was racing.

It made no sense. Why was I on the floor, chained to the wall, seemingly being held captive by my waiter?

Zack stepped even closer to me and pulled the rag out of my mouth quickly. I took my shot and started shrieking again.

Zack looked me directly in the eyes bemused. He told me to shut up or he would replace the rag. I didn't really have a choice. I closed my mouth and looked up at him in disgust.

He looked down at me and spoke. "Hey Savannah." Why tf did he know my name. This was too much.

"I have been waiting a long time to meet you. I should be upfront with you, my name isn't really Zack and I'm not really a waiter. My name is Grant Ward and I think we have a lot to talk about."

A/N: Short chapter bc I really should be studying math. Lmk if you are enjoying :)