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Today was a run day.
My parents had went out for the evening, and it was still light out. I slipped on my joggers and a plain graphic tee. Before locking the house door, I grabbed my iPhone 5, and keys to the house.
I walked out the house and started to run. I was training to get fit, even after the accident. It's weird no one is outside at this time. I usually see a good amount of people outside even though it's early.
I ran down the street my friend lived on so I wouldn't get lost. A black van pulled up beside me and rolled along as I jogged. I picked up my pace and started running.
Next thing I knew, it was black.
- ~ 2-3 hours later ~
I woke up with a totally different outfit I had on, plus I was in a ... slave dungeon. There was a door, but I couldn't get up due to chains.
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I felt so wrong having these types of clothes on. It was so.. revealing. I screamed for help many times so this guy with a AK47 came into the room.
