" Shut Up!".. The coldness behind his voice shook my sanity!
I could feel the fear rise up from my stomach and nearly made me puke. Vodka and Gin filled my mouth but I managed to swallow the nasty mixture. My hands hurt, the chains had torn at my flesh and the blood had already caked on my busted mouth! I was desperate for any help, somebody; anybody. I was innocent, I didn't commit any crime. Why was I chained up like an animal and left here.
I screamed but only the walls answered. The person in the hoodie would not respond. who was he and why was he standing there and keeping watch over me...?
Was help coming...?
Was hope nearby...?
Am I gonna die..?
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Monarch
Mistério / SuspenseA night out partying quickly turns dark as Rachel is pulled away from her crowd by a hooded stranger!. Police cannot find a trace of her, however a recommendation to "call the crown" is made available to them. What or who the crown is is a total mys...
