Georgia sat across from me like she had nowhere else to be. She ate slowly, calmly, with the kind of ease that made it clear she had no fear of me at all. The smug look on her face never quite left. It was the look of someone who knew she had already won this round.
She swallowed her food as she gave me a knowing look. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything since yesterday. Seven hours—you were out for seven hours."
Seven hours?
What did she inject me with?
I was still tied to the chair, my wrists bound tightly behind me, my body stiff with frustration. The gag in my mouth made it impossible to speak, so all I could do was glare at her with as much hate as I could manage. My shoulders ached from the ropes, and every movement I made only reminded me how helpless I was.
