Chapter 99: Imprissoned

Daniel

Daniel's right eye and jawbone throbbed. When his doorbell had rung, he'd expected it to be Cassie and had opened the door without bothering to check first. That was when three muscled men burst inside. Now he was locked in a dark room without any windows.

Where the hell am I?

The last thing he remembered was being stuffed into a van, then something hitting him on the back of the head. He rubbed the sore spot. Shit, he was going to have a goose egg there.

"Hello?" He moved to stand and a hot poker hit his side. Cracked ribs? Wouldn't be surprised. Blackness surrounded him and, even with rapid blinking, he couldn't make out anything. Holding out his hands, he shuffled forward until they hit cement. His breath seized in his chest. Swallowing, he turned and walked a few feet to another wall. He repeated the process, guessing he was in some type of room that was four by three feet. Claustrophobia pressed in on him. He had to find the door. Get out.