C49 Bleeding

I moved my hand and felt that it was tied. My two hands are tied up. So is my foot underneath. It was a steel chain and needed a key to open it. I struggled to remember what had happened. I don't know how many hours I've been asleep.

"W-Where am I?! Help!" I screamed. I'm in prison. It stinks. It's dark. The floor is still stained with blood.

"D-daughter-