The muffled noise escaped from my mouth, nothing audible.

Being dragged, wrists tightened from rough grasps and also the gritty ropes tying you up to what it seems like, a wooden chair in a cold room.

Blindfolds covering the light seeping through any source of artificial or natural lighting, the darkness overwhelmed you.

The scent of chloroform from earlier still in your memory, nothing but shifting and shuffling occurs—A door crumbled to shambles, worried footsteps approaching closer each second.

“Fuck,” The familiar masculine voice murmured quietly, mumbling other reassuring words you couldn’t make out as his hands worked on your restraints.

Passing out from the tiring day, the stress, panic, pain. Hands travelled down your body, gripping your limp body tightly to their chest.

Springing up, panting with heavy breaths escaping, sweat covered your back. Groggily, yet alerted you looked around.

You were.. home?

“You’re safe,” Rafe murmured behind you, your heart taking a leap.