( You're P.O.V) ( y/n) ( Julia )
It's so damn Muggy in here. I like it warm, I like it hot, I don't like the cold...
But some days I don't mind it so much.
Not muggy weather especially in a basement.
I don't even know how I'm here. What the hell happened?
Why the hell is it happening to me?
I hear muffled voices. And staticky sounds.
Ugh! It's faint and quiet at first. Then gets unexpectedly loud, and it gets loud fast.
( Fantasia P.O.V)
I sneak out of the rope, I'm tied in. It's not to tight when I
Move around for a few minutes. I'm not sure where I am.
But I know I don't wanna be here. And that I shouldn't be talking, if I wanna get the hell out
This place.
It's muggy. My hair starts to get all frizzy when it's muggy. Ick I hate the muggy weather.
I personally prefer it to be muggy like this in the bathroom after hot and long shower.
"SLAM".
I freeze my heart beat speeds up I'm scared.
