I had no idea where I was going, I could only hope it was better than wherever I was coming from. I'd escaped by a stroke of pure luck and the fact that my kidnappers underestimated how many times I'd been tied up. I had freed myself and was running away as quickly as I could, but that wasn't very fast, since I was still afraid I'd fall off a cliff or something. Thus began a frantic rhythm of feeling the ground in front of me with my bare feet while fighting the urge to run for my life.
I stopped to catch my breath, shivering. Whoever my kidnappers were, they'd caught me while I was preparing to go to bed, somehow sneaking into my bathroom right as I stepped out of the shower and in the middle of changing. This meant I'd woken up in only my boxers and a t-shirt, which wasn't any protection of the morning chill. Or night chill. Not like I could tell.
I suddenly bent over in a coughing fit, having inhaled a familiar and very unwelcome scent. The cigarettes weren't ex