He dragged me across the floor while I hit my head on the concrete. I squirmed and squirmed hoping he'd let my legs go. It was no hope. With each squirm, he gripped tighter.
He dropped my legs under a single light, I could barely see his face. My ankles had red marks and some blood on them.
"I'm scared."
"Are you now?" he laughs.
"Somebody turn the lights on."
"Night, Night." That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.