The first three seconds when you wake up is bliss. You have a clean slate, innocence, and then you remember. I blinked away my grogginess and swallowed, my mouth was dry and unsavory. My cheek was against cold cement and I had a dirty rag shoved into my mouth—I could tell it was dirty, because I could taste the dirt inside of my mouth. My hands were bound behind my back with what I assumed was the same shitty material that was in my mouth. Same with my feet. I could sense the idiot who did this to me behind me on the other side of the room, and then I heard him or her rummaging through something. I rolled my eyes, annoyed, and waited until my kidnapper moved from behind me so that I could begin freeing myself from the shitty tie job.