I blink twice, trying to clear my vision. I'm no longer in his lap. I must've passed out. I look around and don't see him.
Sitting up, I notice my hands are tied. Cute. I think. If he thinks this will keep me in place, he better try again.
I try to stand up. My legs give out under me. I try again, but my legs seem to not be working.
I wonder what he might've slipped in my drink earlier. Whatever it was is making me want to go back to sleep. No. He's not winning this one. I think, as I try crawling towards the stairs. I make it to the top of the staircase and look down. I think I hear the TV playing and someone moving in the kitchen.
I'm trying to clear my head, remember how he got me upstairs in the first place. I know he didn't carry me, but I don't remember coming up here. I just remembered cuddling on the couch. I remember a hand around my throat, pressure. Then... Nothing.
Still peeking down stairs, trying to figure how I'm going to make it with jello legs and no energy past him without being noticed, when the TV changes. Music. He knows I'm awake now.
