Eric had never slept so comfortably before, he knew it was what they called deep sleep.
It might have been a short one, but it had long-lasting effects; he was thinking about that girl, and it seemed like there was a force flowing inside him.
He opened his eyes, but somewhat perplexed, this was not a suite in a hotel.
He quickly realized something was wrong; he was tied to a chair.
He hastily looked around, an action that made his neck stiffen instantaneously!
His neck had been lowered for too long and couldn't handle such a sudden movement.
But it had allowed him to see where he was; it was a garage.
A waterproof cloth in a pale red color lay beneath his feet, giving him an uncomfortable feeling; he had never seen a waterproof cloth of this color before.
Old car repair tools hung on the walls, like wrenches, rulers, and chisels.
The air was filled with a smell of wood decay, suggesting the place was remote and the air quite moist.
