"spoken"

thoughts

/spanish/


Chapter 12

"Ooohhhh…" Maggie groaned, lifting her hand to touch her throbbing head. She shook the grogginess away, letting her arms drop back at her sides.

She shifted but stopped suddenly when she realized she wasn't lying on a bed, but propped up against a cold, stone wall. She sat up sharply but was pulled back. She started shaking her arms wildly about and realized she was shackled to the wall. It was too dark to see her surroundings but Maggie could tell the room was small, empty, and had a reasonably high ceiling.

Okay… so I'm wearing next to nothing, I'm in a strange room, and I'm constrained to a wall. Maggie thought to herself, noticing how cold it was in her tank top and light cotton pants.

Upon hearing a noise, Maggie willed her body to go limp, making it seem as though she had never awoken. Someone was unlocking the entrance. With a loud creak, the large door sprang open and a sliver of light illuminated the room.

Three sets of feet walked in, Maggie noted. Two men and one woman. The men were well over six feet, and the woman was only one inch taller than Maggie herself.

"So the bitch still sleeps?" the woman said. She had a deep Mexican accent. Turning towards Maggie, she let her boot-covered foot make contact with Maggie's ribs in a bone-cracking kick. It took all of Maggie's strength not to yell out in pain. She surely had a rib or two broken.

/Watch her. If she awakens, alert me./ the woman said before leaving her two companions, closing the door behind her.

God, what am I going to do? Maggie thought before slipping into unconsciousness.