#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
I swore underneath my breath. Where was I? How did I get here?
I looked around the room. The grotesque orange walls, littered with black and white photos, battled lime green furniture and white carpet. The the white patch I stood on was stained with red.
The smell of old blood and hot spices burned in my nostrils.
The sense of being watched...