After I realised it wasn't Mother and Ana returning, it was too late to retreat to safety in the house. I was knocked out by a tall, pale man wearing black clothes and a mask that looked like it was bought at a cheap party shop, it had three holes in it, a hole for the mouth and two holes for the man's deep blue eyes.
Fast foward a little bit and here I am. In some claustrophobically tight, leaky apartment with bare walls. There aren't any windows but there's lots of cracks in the walls and even the ceiling. The cracks nearly look like they come in pairs, each hole is accompanied by another about the same distance apart as my eyes are.
I start to shiver as I have been stripped of my shoes and gloves. The shoes were sandals and the gloves were fingerless but it still feels like my body temperature has dropped 20 degrees and I have been covered in ice. Somebody once told me your fingers and toes are what keep in 60% of your heat, maybe that's why.
I feel as though I should be more alarmed by my surroundings but I think I'm still not fully conscious. Either that or I've been concussed or drugged.
My head hurts and my eyelids are heavy so I decide to rest.
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My head was still sore when I woke up but I'm more aware of what's happening now. I must have been seriously injured or drugged because up until now I didn't notice that I am chained to the ground. The chain has cuffed my hands and feet and is around a metre and a half long. Maybe I wasn't that unconscious before I went to slept and someone chained me while I rested?
I start thinking of the moment before I was hit. It's times like these I wish I had a better memory. I try as hard as humanly possible to remember any little detail that might hint at who took me or why. I clearly remember the tall man who hit me and the black car. I think the number plate had an M in it, or maybe it was an N? Who cares, there are thousands of people with M's or N's in their number plate! I know 4 people alone who have N's in their number plate and 2 with M's. My boyfriend has a black car just like that, but of course it's not Sam who has put me here. The front window in his car isn't tinted and the one that was in the driveway was.
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Mystère / ThrillerBonnie finds herself in trouble after being left home alone one night. Will she get herself out of this mess or is there more to it?