Hunch Punch
The room was dark and gray when his hazel eyes finally opened. He still didn’t feel good. He had only had one drink. Was he that much of a lightweight? Did someone drug him? His throat was dry and there was something wet around his mouth. Why was it so hot?
After just a few seconds, his head finally became clear. He screamed. There was fire everywhere. He screamed. It was growing fast. He screamed. He couldn’t move from the bed. He screamed. He was attached by . . . handcuffs? He screamed. Smoke began filling his lungs. He screamed. And no one heard him.