The needle

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Months and months past, have they forgotten about me?! Well I guess so, I need to stop reeling on them and find a way to escape myself.....
That morning I was walking to my photoshoot when I see Victor outside screaming, there were flashing lights, but more importantly Victor was distracted and there was an open door right in front of me with no one guarding it. This was my chance I have to do but had to be done I sprinted out of the room, in my head it was the symphony of victory everywhere I was finally free.

The minute I got outside something struck me in the head like lightning, but it wasn't electricity it was something like a needle and then I felt tired and I ju-----(I feel asleep)
I woke up hours later in a dusty cellar, I heard a voice that I thought sounded familiar but it wasn't Victor...

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