Chapter 8

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He gabbed me and carried me on his shoulder. Donald walked all the way into the basement. To my horror, my 5 friends (1 ex friend if you count Jude) were handcuffed to the wall, covered in blood sweat and tears. He handcuffed me too.
"You will never escape" he laughed "You are all mine". Then he locked he door and left.

Me: are you all okay?
Olivia: yeah, look it's not your fault.
Aimee: we'll make it out of here alive.
Jude: I'm sorry by the way, he promised me $3 million if I ate a Popsicle under a blanket, but I didn't know what for!  I'm so sorry!
Me: don't worry, I forgive you.
Emily: he's coming, shhhh.

A/N another short chapter oops! <3

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