The dim light of a flickering street lamp cast shadows over the abandoned lot where Nathan woke with a groan, his head pounding and his body aching. He blinked, his vision clearing slowly, and realised he was sprawled on a cold concrete floor, his shirt and jacket gone, leaving him in just his custom-made red designer boxers.
His wrists were bound tightly with coarse rope, the knots biting into his skin.
"What the hell?" he muttered, his voice hoarse as he struggled to sit up. The memory of the cab ride hit him like a punch... the driver's grin, the water bottle, the dizziness.
"That bastard drugged me," he growled, frustration and anger surging through him.
