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Hey guys!! This is a story that I wrote for a school assignment and I thought it would be cool to share. It's a little disturbing so TW to that. It's not a long story but a lot happens. Sorry I couldn't get a barcelone imagine out I've been busy w school and sports

TW: torture

Your eyes flicker open. You're upside down. You start to panic and look around. Just as you do that, you feel the worst pain possible in the back of your head. You reach to the back of your head and feel what seems like a gallon of blood. You come to your senses and try to climb out of what you now know is your car. You make it to the ground and feel not the road, but dirt. You feel the dirt burning into all the cuts around your body as you stand to your feet. You start to limp anywhere trying to find someone or something that can help you. Out about a quarter mile away, you spot a tiny shed. You decide to go walk towards it in hopes of finding someone. All you hear is the sound of crickets chirping into the night. Around you is dirt and grass, but also a road on the way to the shed. You clench your hands into a fist and they feel very dry and clammy from the dirt. You look back at your totaled honda behind you. Just as you turn your head back around, you feel a whoosh of wind as someone grabs you really fast and puts what you think is a pillowcase over your head. This mysterious person is trying to strangle you as you try to break free by digging your nails into their hands. Just as you're trying to pry their hands off you, everything goes black.

You wake up with your hands tied to the arms of a chair and your feet tied to the legs of the chair; a piece of cloth in your mouth restricting any verbal sounds except your screams. Everything seems so monotone and dull with gray walls and all gray furniture. There is a table in front of you that's metal and looks like an interrogation table. In fact, the entire room looks like an interrogation room used by police and detectives. Your head feels like it's spinning and you feel like you could drink a whole liter of water right that second. Your head snaps to the sound of a door opening and firm footsteps that continue to get closer and closer. You look up and see a man with black hair and piercing green eyes looking right back at you. He looked as if he was as tall as a skyscraper from where I was. He drops a rolled up piece of cloth on the table and unravels it to reveal sharp knives and needles all lined up neatly. He picks up a small but razor-sharp knife and examines it. He looks at your arms and swiftly moves the knife to right above your skin before saying, "I have a problem and I need your help," in a very stern but deep voice. That's when you remember, you're the Vice President of the United States. "I need you to give $10,000,000 to China. No questions asked." You shake your head no not wanting to just give up money that easily. He slides the knife along your skin. You close your eyes as you feel the sharp pain and the cold air hitting the cut. Next, he takes a needle and your eyes widen. He lines it up with your finger tips and looks at you with sharp eyes. You still don't give in and he slowly pushes the needle right into your pointer finger. That same sharp pain comes back but this time, it's way worse. You squirm around and he punches you straight in the head. You feel the contact of his fist it your face again and again. Once again, everything goes black. 

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