"Where am I?" I asked nervously not knowing where i was.
"Far away." Said a voice i heard in front of me.
My eyes were covered with a piece of clothing and my hands were tied with a strong rope. I can't move and it's driving me insane.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked another question.
"I'm not the one who did this." His deep voice answered me.
"Then who did?" Who could've done this? Why me?
"You'll find out soon." He said and then heard a door open and close. He left.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Fiksi Penggemar"i'm not the one who planned all this" "then who did?"
