Chapter 42

Harry groaned and opened his eyes. He had excruciating pain in the back of his head. He instinctively tried to lay hand on the painful part of his head and sit up, but he was tied to the table. He suddenly felt alarmed and convulsed to get free from the bindings but in vain.

"What the hell?" He got out of breath.

He lied still for a while and tried to stay calm as much as he could. He had forgotten pain in his head. There was an unpleasant, musty smell in the room associated with the abandoned houses. A small bulb lit in the room that was not big enough to brighten up the room, but it was sufficient enough to make everything around visible.

He had regained his consciousness fully and was now inspecting the room.

Malcolm and Jerry were lying on both his sides in stretcher like beds. They were unconscious.

"You too?" He was shocked to see them there.

The beds looked like latest operation tables. Their arms, legs and abdomen were strapped to the bed tightly.