C104 ICE HUNDRED AND FOUR: MAYBE IT'S GOODBYE.

MADISON'S POV:

Pain. That was the first thing I felt.

A deep, pulsing ache behind my eyes that made my head feel twice its size. My mouth tasted like metal and chemicals. Every breath scraped against my throat.

I tried to move. Couldn't. My wrists were bound behind me, rope cutting into skin. Ankles tied to chair legs. The chair itself bolted to concrete.

The room was small