"FUCK." I yell as I hit the cold ground. Just then someone stomps my way and yanks me by my hair and pulls me up. I can't see and I'm shivering, fuck it's really cold.
"Unfamiliar face. Who are you?"
"L-L-Lucid.."
"Weird name." He has a deep, scary voice, he smells of alcohol, and rot. I'm shaking so bad, I can't even speak. He drags me by my hair and I'm too afraid to move or struggle. What the fuck is this place?
Just then he ties my hand and puts these cuffs on my ankles, and he gags me with a rag. What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is happening? What is he going to do to me?
"So, you like breaking people's things?" I wanted to answer but I couldn't. Now I regret this. I regret it all. What the hell is happening? Just then he pushes me to lay down and yanks off my pajama bottoms. I don't believe in God but fuck, I'm praying. I'm praying to keep my virginity, I'm praying that this isn't real I'm praying and praying but it's getting worse and tbh I hope he kills me because anything is better than whatever the fuck this is.
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Escape
Action"I really have to get out of here. let me go home." "Oh, Lucid, hunny.. this is your home now. I'm sorry."
