"Get away from me!" I yell, but it honestly sounds more like gibberish. I fall onto my side in the process of trying to run-well, roll- away. I'm obviously not very fast, and the man grabs my ropes. Before I can make a move, he slashes the knife. I wait for the pain. For the blood to come seeping out. But there's none. Instead, the feeling of freedom. Slowly, I open my eyes. Before me lay the ropes that I was previously tied up in. I get up and brush myself off.
"Oh. Thanks."
The man gives a single, solemn nod and walks off. The other man walks forward and holds out his hand.
"The name's Jacob. That back there was John. "
Reluctantly, I reach out my hand and shake it. I'm fully aware that I'm shaking the hand of a man who kidnapped me.
"How'd I get here? Why am I here? When can I go home?" I bombard him. I've been here for maybe 30 minutes, and already I want to leave.
"Slow down, sugarplum."
I wince when he calls me that. If my mom taught me anything, it was to avoid men that call you nicknames. I'm so focused on the name that I barely hear the next thing he says.
"You're not leaving."
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Lost In Thought
Mystery / ThrillerLeila wakes up in an unknown place, with 4 other girls and 5 boys. Written in somewhat poetic form.
