Euphoria; (Fyodor x F!y/n)

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You wake up, your vison hazy. You smell a faint scent of vodka coming from somewhere. You knew what and who it was coming from. Fyodor.

You suddenly remember what happened, and you still can't wrap your head around the fact that Fyodor, this man you barely knew, sucked your blood and just left you.
Holy hell.. You think to yourself.

As you start moving from your bed, you hear the clinking from the chains on your ankles and wrists. 
Right, I completely forgot about that- you think. sigh

You sit on the edge of the bed, dangling your legs off the bed, until you spot something glittering on the floor. It's a piece of wire.

You suddenly freeze, stopping everything you were doing at that moment. "I could get out of here!" You mumbled to yourself excitedly. You knew how to lock pick, and looks like such a useless talent did come to use.

You slowly crawl over to where the piece of metal was laying. You grab it and start to lock pick your way to freedom.

After what seemed like forever, the first one came off, then the second, and third. Finally, all of them came off, and looks like they left a scar on your ankles and wrists. But never mind that, you needed to escape from here. 

You get up, and straighten the dirty white dress you were wearing. You make your way over to the door, and you found it odd that the door was ajar. You peek out, and you see the pitch dark hallway staring back at you. 

You take a deep breath, and you put your hand on your chest so it would stop the shaking. You slowly start walking towards the darkness. You couldn't see a thing, and you kept squinting. 
You took the next step, and you tripped over what seemed like a bunch of stairs. 

"SHIT!" You yell out. Then you realize what you just said, and quickly put your hand over your mouth. Frick, why did I yell??!  You think to yourself frantically. 
You try to get up, but your ankle starts hurting under your weight. Did I twist it?? Goddamn it.. 

You somehow make it down the stairs, and It was still dark as midnight. As you keep walking with a limp, you see a door. It looked big, and you could make out some parts of gold and silver on the door itself. 
Woah.. You think. That's one fancy door honestly. 

You cautiously go up to the door, and start feeling the door. It had many bumps and lines on it, making it feel textured. You push open the door slowly, and moonlight pools into the space behind you. 

As the door opens, you feel a strong wind slam you in the face, forcing you to go back. The moonlight on your face now, your hair blowing behind you.
You didn't expect this. A balcony in the middle of nowhere? And especially after you just walked downstairs as well. This mansion is more big than I thought It would be.. You think. 

You try to walk to the balcony to get a better view, and you stop. As you look down from the balcony, you see that there was a long way down. It almost looked endless, a dark void. You feel your vison getting hazy again, and you shake your head as you look away from there. 

You try to go back into the building but, the door locked behind you! You frantically smash your fists into the door to try to open it but the door wouldn't budge.

As you slam yourself against the door, you feel the balcony beneath you crack. You look down at the cracks in horror, but before you know it-
Your holding on the door nob, your legs dangling down beneath you. 

You could feel the wind slap itself against your legs, making you feel colder than ever, making your scars sting. 
The door nob was loosening itself, and you start tearing up.

God, if you're there, please, please save me. I'll be a better person from tomorrow, I promise myself... You plead, but no hope.
You start to feel your legs and arms going numb to the cold, your strength gradually decreasing.

You struggle as you try to get a better grip, your tear stained face turning cold as ice, your hair sticking to the sides of your face.

But, no hope can be seen. Your eyes start to turn dull with hopelessness, and-
You find your grip starting to loosen.

You don't seem to care that much anymore though. You find yourself letting go.

You start to fall into the deep abyss, your hair in your face, your vison getting blurrier with the tears in your eyes, getting farther and farther away..
 
Until..

Am I..alive-?..