♡ Hollie's POV ♡
When I opened my eyes, I knew I was somewhere unfamiliar. I tried to scream, but the duct tape over my mouth wouldn't allow me to. My legs and arms were chained to a wall. "Well, well, well," a voice said. I screamed, only to hear myself muffle in return. "Shut up. I don't wanna kill you yet." My blood turned ice cold. "P-please... I didn't do anything to you." The figure stepped into the light and I realized it was the boy I'd rejected. "Yes you did! You rejected me!" He laughed a malicious, hateful laugh. "And sooner or later I'm going to kill you like all the others." I sobbed. "Please! Don't hurt me!" I shrieked. His face grew red with malice. "Shut up! Shut up! I hate it when they beg!" I narrowed my eyes. "You're a monster," I sneered. He stomped towards me and slapped me hard in the face. When his cold hand reached my face, pain shot through my entire body. I cringed and tried not to cry. "Shut up, shut up, shut up. You're pathetic. Ridiculous. Shut up..." He kept mumbling to himself and walked out of the room. I cried. After a while of crying, another person walked in. He was quite smaller than the other one. As he stepped into the light, I noticed he was quite short too. He also had jet black hair. "What, are you all emos?" I spat. He just laughed. He came up to me and caressed my cheek. I tried to resist, but he stared into my eyes. "I like this one, she's feisty." He yelled. "Put her with all the others." I didn't know who the "others" were, so I was afraid he was going to kill me. The other man came in and blindfolded me. I felt him unlock my handcuffs, and once my hands were free, I punches him. I don't know where it was, but he growled in pain. "You *****!" He hit me so hard across the face I fell to the floor. He grabbed me by my wrist again and threatened, "If you do that again, I'll make sure you will wish you were dead." In a very low voice. I obeyed and followed him. Once we got in the room with the "others", he ripped my blindfold off and shoved me. I felt myself land on a human body, and I feared it might be dead.
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Don't talk to strangers
Mystery / ThrillerSure, you wave at strangers. Sometimes you occasionally say your hellos, but that's all. Why? Because, as a child, you were told not to talk to strangers. But what happens when strangers talk to you?
