By Hunter Perez
I blinked myself out of slumber, but I was in a sorry state. The back of my head throbbed and my body felt cold and stiff. But once I began to regain my composure, I could see why I was cold and stiff – I was naked on a stone floor, with nary a thread to separate me from my surroundings.
Even though my eyes were open, I had trouble focusing. I thought there was someone in sitting on a desk looking down at me, but my vision was too blurred to make out who it was.
“Nicky?” I asked. “What kind of crazy jokes are you playing on me?”
The blurry figure didn’t say anything, and I rubbed my eyes trying to regain my sight.
“I’ve got the worst headache,” to the person I couldn’t see. “Can you get me a couple of Tylenol, please?”
“A couple of what?” responded the person in a low, dull male voice – I couldn’t tell if it was Nicky or someone else.
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