He looked around the room wildly, feeling Sasha cringe through the blood link. He could feel her panic. His gaze fell over the packed suitcases. The made bed. Everything was organized. Even the vase with stationery on the desk had been straightened. He squeezed his eyes shut as a sickening wave of violation swept over him. His stomach turned, knowing exactly what was happening. Thoughts fleeing, panic creeping into him, he spun quickly for the door. A moving object expanded in his vision right before making contact with his face. The world went black. *** Consciousness descended slowly. A cloudy haze took over his vision. Stefan’s head throbbed. His brain pushed painfully against the inside of his skull. Coarse material cut into his wrists, stopping blood flow to his fingers. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. Soft cushioning beneath him barely hinted at the bump and sway of a moving vehicle. “Hello.” Andris’ blurred head leaned into view across a smooth surface—a table, it looked like.
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