You Cannot Make This Shit Up

Ember

I groan; my head feels heavy and foggy. I am having difficulty processing. Everything seems to have slowed down. I blink my eyes several times, trying to clear my vision. I realize I am hunched over, tied to a chair. My red hair is wild and obstructs part of my vision.

"Finally. I have been bored waiting for you to wake up." I look at the unwanted face, confused, before the memory of rolling