I wake up, with my head throbbing. I try to lift my head up, but I winch in pain, but I'm able to look around. All I see is a square room, with cold stone walls. And I'm in the middle of it. I try to stand up, but my legs and arms can't budge. I relised that they are strapped down by black...something. Not fabric. It's to hard for that. I think to my self.I struggle, and try to get free. But sooner than later, it was usless. I start panicking, not know what to do. I look around more. The room is suprisingly clean. Not seeing a spec of dust, no windows, and a steel door. Just than a person walks in. A tall guy. Looks like he's in his early 30s. And Has brown, short hair. He has a black baggy shirt, with blue pants. He comes close to me, I just stare back at him, calming dowm. He has a big scar across his forehead. He comes inch length with may face.
"W-w..." I gather myself. "What do you want!" I say, clearly this time."Oh." He chuckles. "The classic question "
He circles around me. "Your parents owed me something.""Well I don't owe you anything!" I hissed.
"That doesn't matter...they owed me something...they didn't give it to me. Then they died. I think your alot better."
'Then they died.' Those words rang in my head.
"Well I'm not yours to keep!"
"Oh, yes you are." He said. "Nobody. Nobody. Will look for you."
"Y-you don't know that!" I say, chocked up on my words.
"I do know that. I've been keeping track of you life for awhile know."
"Of course you are." I hiss
"Well here's your food today." He hands me a plate, which looks like cold soup and places it on my lap.
I just stare at him, not even looking at it and he just turns around, and walks out the door. Once it's closed, I hear a click and footsteps behind it.
Finally I look down at my plate.
'Idiot. How does he expect for me to eat this. My hands are tied down. Not like I would eat it anyway. I've seen plenty of movies. I've seen how this works.' I think to myself.An hour passes by. 30 minutes. Another hour of just sitting here. Now I'm definitely feeling hopeless.
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Unraveling Time
Mystery / ThrillerGalaxy is just in her early 20's and can barely pay for her house. She's hanging by a thread. But there's this voice telling her otherwise. But time is unraveling right before her eyes and it's running out.