I jolted awake, my heart racing like I'd just sprinted a marathon. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights, I quickly realized I wasn't in my room in—well wherever I was supposed to be— but in what looked like a high-tech freezer gone rogue. A chill seeped into my bones, making me shiver.
"Great," I muttered. "Just what I needed—to become a popsicle."
I tried to move my arms, only to find they were tightly bound, thick ropes digging painfully into my skin. Panic bubbled up inside me. I needed to get out of here—wherever here was.
Reaching into my left pocket, I pulled out a tiny concealed knife I call "Baby-Knife." After all, every girl needs a backup plan. I started sawing through the ropes binding me to this uncomfortable chair. The frosted glass surrounding me obscured my view—not quite frosted, but more like... coated in condensation.
The first rope snapped.
With a newfound determination, I got to work on the other arm, my heart pounding louder than the blood cells bursting in my head. Wiping the glass with my free hand, I squinted at my surroundings. It was dark, but enough light seeped in for me to see the silhouettes of several metal crates and coffin-like boxes arranged in a semicircle around me. The other boxes were closed as well, but no one was in them. My eyes focused on one box in particular. The glass door was swung wide open.
Snap!
The second restraint released with a faint pop, the sound echoing in the eerily quiet room.
Suddenly, something flickered in my peripheral vision—a dark blur racing behind the boxes. My adrenaline kicked into overdrive as I frantically cut my legs free, my heart thumping louder with each slice. But then I noticed my next problem: the heavy glass door locking me in this cold, unforgiving death chamber.
I glanced around for anything that could help me before resorting to brute force. Kicking wildly at the door felt futile; it didn't even crack.
"God," I wondered aloud. "What is this stuff made of? Clear vibranium?"
The blur moved again. It was now or never. With one last push, I hurled myself against the door, and it shattered, shards of sharp glass flying in all directions. Some of the glass lodged deep into my shoeless feet, but I didn't have time to focus on the pain shooting up my legs.
I jumped down to the floor.
I stifled a yelp as I inadvertently shoved a piece of glass deeper into my foot: good one, me.
Scanning the room for the blur, I had no luck until it lunged at me, tackling me to the ground.
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Hey guys!! Sorry for the short chapter. I've been busy with school and writing more chapters of other ongoing stories. Lmk what else you guys want to see and I hope you enjoyyy
Muah
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