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I woke up from the hard covers of the bed, while my head is still hurting, I began to familiarize myself from my surroundings.

I sat up, the room was like a detention cell, all I remember was,

a van,

being tied up,

and the scent of something that made me unconscious.

and I realized,

I was kidnapped.

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