Galen
I was jolted awake. Bright lights blinded me. Tires squealed. My stomach lurched as I was flung forward and sideways. I was restrained and couldn’t move. I flashed back to months ago—to a dark room, immobile, helpless—in excruciating pain. The lower half of my body fell off the seat I occupied, while my upper body twisted in my restraints.
I gasped as the strap restricted my breathing. My heart pounded in my chest as I moved to push myself upright. As I rose into a seated