10-25-2014, 11:28 PM
Jason's eyes darted open. His hands pressed into the prickly hay as the cold, metallic water drenched him. The man from before was standing up over him holding a bucket. They weren't by the lake anymore; rather, they were in a dimly lit wooden room with a high ceiling. The hay and smell of feed led Jason to guess that they were in a barn. It was still nighttime, he knew that, but he had no gauge on what time it was, nor for how long he had been out.
"Where...the hell am I...?" Jason asked, with his voice sounding like it was out of breath.
"Where...the hell am I...?" Jason asked, with his voice sounding like it was out of breath.