Killa Smile

A Gift

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I looked around the inside of the box, trying to figure where I am. Earlier this morning I woke up and was stuck in this giant box type thing. There were a few cracks and holes that I could see through but that didn't really help.
The next thing I knew I was being set on the ground, well the box was.
Voices sounded from all around me.
"We'll leave it here and let them find it."
Then silence.
A whole later I heard at least a dozen voices. It seemed like they were shouting at each other. Then heavy boots came my way.
"Guys, what's in here?" There were multiple replies of I don't know or open it to find out. Then I heard an authoritive voice shout to load it in the van. So they did.
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The van rolled to an abrupt start before I heard doors opening and slamming shut. Then, I'm assuming, the back double doors were pulled open and someone lifted the crate I was in into a building. I knew because the air felt warmer than before.
Male voices seemed to surround me, all shouting. It was giving me a migraine. Then it stopped.
I heard a creaking noise and a splintering crack. Then light streamed in from the side that was busted open. A face appeared and I screamed, startled from the appearance. He backed away to where I saw at least half a dozen more men. I wrapped my arms around myself, covering my half naked body. All I had on was a sports bra and short shorts. What I went to bed in.
I peeked out of the crate and came face to face with a bald man with arms covered in tattoos. He actually kind of scared me. I stepped out of the crate and set my feet on the concrete floor, looking around I noticed something.
"Where am I?" A short man with long brown hair answered me.
"Charming, California."