"Let me go!" Garrett shouted as he was dragged into the cottage, his head covered with a black cloth.
He struggled against the men holding him, but they paid no attention to his protests. His feet barely kept pace as they hauled him forward, making him stumble several times.
They handled him roughly, with little regard for his comfort, as though he were nothing more than a sack of goods that needed to be moved out of sight.
"Agh!"
Garrett groaned in pain when his knees struck the hard wooden floor. He tried to push himself up, but before he could steady himself, the cloth was pulled from his head.
He blinked repeatedly as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.
The room was empty.
There was nothing but bare walls, a few pieces of old furniture, and a single candle burning in one corner. Its weak flame cast just enough light for Garrett to make out his surroundings.
"What is this place?" he demanded, looking toward the doorway.
