My eyes shot open as I felt a stinging pain in my left arm, I looked over to my left and saw a boy, looking about my age injecting some type of yellowish liquid into my arm while strapping me to a table. He quickly reassured me and told me to go back asleep. But how could I? I didn't know where I was, who the boy was, or even what the shot was full of. I looked over to my right and saw a sofa, TV and a broken coffee table in the middle of them both, the air smelt like dirt and the room was lit by a single light above the room. I looked around and saw no doors, only a ladder leading up to an attic, I came to a conclusion that I was drugged, took underground in an old cellar, and now I am going to become a slave. "Fanfuckingtastic", I quietly told myself as I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke again to screaming on the sofa. I saw a girl about my age getting duct tape put over her mouth. I began to cry to as I realized something. Everyone I have seen here is my age. Am I going to be forced into a cult? Can we three escape? Will I die? I started to kick and scream. Tears poured down my cheeks like a rainfall.
The boy came back. I noticed something about him. He was fucking hot. I stared at his dark brown eyes, it felt like forever until he told me to be quiet as he untied the straps and helped me up. I started to rub my arms and ankles. I noticed that they had been bleeding. He pointed me toward the sofa were the girl was. I sat by here and noticed she was in cuffs. I ripped the tape from both of our mouths and began to ask questions.
"What did he do to you?!"
"What's your name?"
"Are you ok?"
She then slowly responded "My name is Penny, all I remember is taking a potion.
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Death Date
Mystery / ThrillerImagine you live in a world where you can see the exact date when everyone is going to die, except yourself. Well, that imaginary idea is reality for Izabella Cadwell. Read more about Izabella and her story in "Death Date".
