#Chapter 42: Eye of the Storm

Nina I woke up to the sound of thunder and howling wind in a dark bedroom that was not my own. Where was I? I slowly sat up, peering through the cracked door that led to another room. I could make out the silhouette of a man on the couch. He was watching a scary movie on the TV. It sounded like there was a hellish storm outside, but I was willing to go out there if it meant getting away from the man who drugged me. I stood as slowly and quietly as I could, realizing now that I was only dressed in an oversized men’s t-shirt and my clothes were nowhere to be found. Did this lunatic have his way with me already? I shuddered at the thought, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes as I scanned the room for some sort of weapon. Maybe if I could sneak up on him and hit him over the head, it would knock him out long enough for me to grab my things and get the hell out of here. Bingo! There was an umbrella hanging on the back of the door. It would take a lot o