Liana's POV
A small groan slid past my lips as I slowly came around. My eyes were closed, and I made a move to open them, I didn't miss the blinding pain that echoed around my eye sockets. The pain burned, forcing me to press my eyes shut again. They watered, and if I wasn't sure if I was still alive or not, then I guess this was all the proof I needed.
I tried to stretch, but even that was futile. Panic shot up my skin the moment I realized I couldn't move. Apparently, my hands had been bound behind what seemed to be a metal chair, its icy cold metal sides causing jolts of cold to race up my spine. The seat wasn't even comfortable either.
It pressed against my butt and I felt each of my legs being tied to one of the legs of the chair.
What the hell was going on here? And where the hell was I?
