The darkness enveloped me in its cold lonely hug. I am unable to hug back as my arms are bound behind my naked body. I hear the swish of the fan blades and feel the air touch my skin like the fingers of a ghost. I feel the rough weave of the blanket beneath me and can smell that it has been freshly laundered. I smell something else. Smoke. Hickory. But also sweet, maybe apple. The smoker grill. Then I hear the doorknob tu...