“Put your shoulder into it!”
The harsh demand slowly brought Sam back to consciousness. She cringed as throbbing pain shot through her head. Keeping her eyes closed, she slowly took several deep breaths as she fought against the nausea that was threatening to take over. When that didn’t work she carefully turned her head so that the throbbing part of her skull was pressed against the cool smooth stone.
She lay there for several long minutes as she waited for the throbbing pain to ease. When she tried to move it was only to find her hands and legs bound. It took a minute before it all came back to her.
Her eyes flew open to find a young man with sandy brown hair kneeling in front of her. She had to squint against the bright ceiling light above her head, letting her know that someone had switched the fuses and got the power back on.
“She’s awake, Richard,” the man announced, looking over his shoulder at the red headed man who was now shirtless and covered in white dust.