Smoke and Metal

Everything is black. My vision. My memories. Everything.
I blink. My eyelashes flutter under something heavy. Like fabric, it pulls against my eyelids, forcing them shut. What the fuck?
My head pounds like it's been placed in a vise. I strain to open my eyes again, but still, everything is dark.
Blindfold.
The single word pounds through my clouded mind. That's what this is. But why?
I cough. Something's blocking my airway. I try to move my mouth, but dry fabric props my jaw open, my cheeks stretching painfully to accommodate it. The taste of stale cotton coats my tongue, along with something else. Something...metal.
Like an electric shock, a wave of realization surges through me. Something is wrong. Something is really, really wrong. What the fuck is going on? I'm blindfolded and gagged. What the hell? What the fucking hell?
