Prisoner

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Amelia heard footsteps as the man left the room and slammed the door behind him. Weak? Nah. A good actress maybe. She relaxed her body, slouching against the cold, damp floor. The ropes around her wrists gave way. She was grateful her captor hadn't realised how she was tensing up while he bound her. She managed to wriggle out, and she stretched her shoulders, sore from curling up on the cold floor. She removed the blindfold and her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Now for the fun part.

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