The room was dark. It smelled of mold and mildew and my ankles hurt from the rope and chain's tying me to this wall. I screamed out again. Pleading with the man. Telling him that I wouldn't tell anyone. But if he was going to let me go he would have some it before now. His partner and I had become friends. Wed often talk on nights when it was his duty to watch me. But on nights like tonight I was left only to my thoughts. Where I thought a lot about how this happened. The way things were before now. Is often dream about life without this. But yet, I can't see it. My story, I pray, you understand. Because you, my friend, are all I have left to talk to ........it begins with a future.....mine to be exact.
YOU ARE READING
Scream
RandomWhen you're standing face to face with death itself and youdont know whether you'll live or die............what will you choose.
