Hostage

I woke up with a jolt and a horrible pain in my back. I lay there still on the ground daring not to move, just staring into pitch black. My feet and hands were tied together, what felt like cable ties. I managed to wriggle my bloody left hand out of the cable tie, "Stop! moving you brat" screamed what sounded like a deep Russian voice, then the room fell back into silence.
 
                                                           2 HOURS EARLIER 

My aunt Silvia and uncle Bill were just getting dressed when I walked into the foul smelling room. "hey"I said, "Where are you going all snazzied up to?" "oh um... we're just going out on a date". "Oh ok well have fun". "thanks" she says as she saunters out the room with uncle Bill closely following behind.

I let out an almighty yawn and took a quick glance at the clock 2:34am. I managed to lift my self on the leather couch which was now all crinkled. I started to walk to my bedroom when suddenly a tranquiliser dart comes out of nowhere, and enters my neck rather rudely, and I was out like a light.

                                                                   PRESENT

The paper bag was quickly ripped of my head and revealed a bright light blinding my eyes as I tried to adjust to the new surroundings. "Get him!" the mysterious Russian man yelled fiercely. Sweat trickled down my forehead as a swift fist clobbered me right in the gut, "Tell us what you know!" a different man shouted "w-what?" another punch, this time in the ribs, "Tell us what you know about M15!" Then everything went black again.

                                                          TO BE CONTINUED