Chapter 11. Kidnapped Again [1]

I jolted awake as I felt something wet drip from my head to my face. I sat on the mat I laid on and searched around. My hands were still bounded and tied to Vlad, who was letting out slight snores from his lips. The others were also still asleep. They must have been very tired to not have noticed my movements. The fire had already depleted, its ashes scattered by the wind. I didn't know where the s**stance was coming from, nor what it was, but it dripped from my hair and down, soiling my clothes. My tied hands came into contact with my forehead, and the liquid s**stance felt sticky under my touch. The place was partially dark due to the moon's light, so I could still see things. I brought my hands down to look at them, and my eyes widened with what I saw. Blood! The sticky liquid s**stance was blood, and it was in my hair. I searched my head for any kind of wound, but there was none there. Where was the blood coming from? I asked myself before something dropped onto my hea