I woke up with a headache a bottle of aspirin couldn't cure. A musty, oily odor hung in the air. Stale and stifling like a damp basement. The room was dark. I tried pulling myself up. No good. My hands were cuffed to heavy pipe running along the floor and my ankles were taped together. I half pushed and half pulled myself along the pipe to the wall. It was damp and metallic. Definitely not a police station. Unless the cells were in a medieval dungeon.