I'm stuck, leather, some sort of material pressed against my lips, unable for me to speak. Where my arms are, I had no clue. I couldn't tell if I was sitting or standing either.
Someone walked toward me, I didn't even look at the face. They tilted my chin, but I still didn't dare to look. Their hands were cold, but they felt familiar. Shivers collected down my spine.
They pushed their cold hand on the thing on my mouth, is this duck-tape? Every moved they made, was so slick.
Out of no where, they grabbed my wrist, and pressed their fingers on it. My blood went ice cold, it was like a brain freeze everywhere.
The dark room went darker than it was before. I couldn't see the person, but they released me.
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I woke up, scattered in blankets, sweating like I ran a marathon.
Light barely shined through my curtains. 5:00 am. I found my laptop on the floor, not broken luckily, and a bunch of papers scattered everywhere.
I picked up the laptop, and the papers. I don't recall drawing on these last night...
I went through the papers, all of them brought a memory. They smushed my brain around my cranium, acid rose up my throat, I threw up... All over the papers... Unintentionally.
I crawled back into bad, cleaning up the mess as best I as could do as I'm weak, and crawl back into bed.
