CHAPTER 114 Waking Up

  KING KELLEN

  I opened my eyes, a nauseating feeling rose from my stomach right up to my throat.

  My stomach was sloshing and my vision was blurry. I blinked twice, adjusting my eyes to the dark; the only light was from a low-hanging bulb, a dim light that was swaying to and fro, not helping the churning of my gut.

  The smell of salty water and damp rusty mold hit my nose. I gagged as the scents curdled my stomach even more. My whole body ached and I went to shift my position, only to be met with the clanking sound of chains and resistance at my wrists.

  Holy hell, either, I had the worst hangover in history and Mike left me tied up somewhere dumb again, or …

  I didn’t get to finish my thought as the bang of something metal, large and sliding, disturbed me. “Mike what the fuck…” My dry throat rasped out but was cut off by the sound of a deep menacing chuckle.