When I woke, the first thing I was aware of was something heavy around my throat. I reached up groggily to see what it was, but when I felt it, my hand fell away. It was chain. Thick, heavy, dog chain.
Then I heard faint snarling, in a familiar tone. Killian. I went to cry out, but whatever I said was both hoarse and muffled from the gag.
"He won't hear you," Came a voice. Male, definitely, and very threatening. I clambered back. "He won't smell you either. Concentrated suppresents and alcohol to the bloodstream do wonders..."
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