No time. Head for the door.

Not seeing anything close enough to use as a wrap, I turned towards the door to the room. If I could claim the brunette and stop her from telling anyone then I would have plenty of time. Hell, she'd probably bandage it for me with a kiss to make it better. With that pleasant thought, I picked up my pace.

In my haste, though, I tripped over a box. I lost my balance and fell forwards. My bloody arm flailed about, unable to slow my fall. Then my head hit the concrete floor and I lost consciousness.

...

When I came to, the world was dark. I slowly realized that I was blindfolded. And gagged. And tied to a chair. At least my arm felt like it had been wrapped tightly in something. I felt weak from the blood loss, and probably some head trauma.

A woman's voice pierced the darkness, "I told you he wasn't dead."

"This complicates things," responded another woman. "We can't let him go. We are **** enough as it is."

"Agreed," said a third. There was a very heavy silence after that.

"You drew the short straw, Danielle."

"Yeah, I know."

Some footsteps behind me. A rope drops around my neck. The rope tightens. I struggle. I can't breathe. This can't be