A sedative Matt had administered earlier with a hidden syringe in his hand on Jaiden’s shoulder knocked him out. Jaiden’s entire body felt weak and achy. With his wrists tied together in a thick, rough rope, Jaiden’s fingers grew numb. He looked down. Matt had bound his legs as well. Standard kidnapping scenario, except he was lying on a pile of hay in a giant sized wooden crib. “What the hell is going on?” Jaiden tried to remove his restraints, tearing the skin around his wrist and ankles. He cursed, analyzing his environment. A relatively empty room with wooden walls and floors, a sole table in the corner with a lit candle, a boarded window, and a closed door. He remained still and closed his eyes so his hearing would become sharper. He heard footsteps outside the room. “Matt! I know you did this. Come out and face me like a man.” The door swung open and Amelia, dressed in a white nightgown, ran into the room with her arms spread apart.
