My eyes blurred.
My head felt numb.
My arms and legs felt tingles up and down.
Strangely, my stomach felt full, even though I hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch.
Wait.. was it yesterday?
My brain stopped calculating days and hours when my head started to hurt.
I tugged at my arms, realizing that they were held together with chains and my legs were bound with rope.
Amateurs.
Sure, I was no ninja, but I had been in this situation before.
And all of them didn't go so well.
My head flopped, unable to support its weight, when my ears picked up sounds of stomping.
I weakly raised my head to see Bing standing it front of me.
"Well, well, well, look what we've caught in the bag!" he said, rubbing his hands dramatically.
"What do you want, Bing?" I whispered.
"You know what I want. There's something you stole from me, that I never got back." Bing said, looking into my fazed pupils.
"The drugs?" I moaned.
"Yes, the drugs! Which I know you took." Bing answered in a dark tone.
"I swear Bing, I didn't take them, they were with me one second and gone the next," I begged.
"Well guess what?" Bing paused dramatically. "I don't believe you!" he singsonged.
I felt flashbacks of the same situation.
This wasn't new to me.
"Your mother and father must be so, so, disappointed to hear that their daughter has been using drugs," he said, faking a sorrowful look.
I inwardly rolled my eyes.
Bing leaned towards me, his scruffy beard tickling my chin. "You know, what I'm going to do. I'm not letting this go. I know everything about you. Your tricks and your tactics. I know them all. And I'm not going to fall for any of them."
I pretended to be unfazed, although my heart was fluttering like crazy.
"You were with me, all those times we punished those who did the same to you. And guess what? Now it's your turn." Bing growled.
I blinked up at him.
I knew what he was going to do with me, and it was not going to be fun.
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We Broke
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