In the face of danger, worry and fright are unavoidable. In the face of danger, the possibility of death outweighs the possibility of living in your mind. And in the face of danger I am.
I wake up on the floor of an abandoned building and my eyes blur as I realize something is wrong. Definitely wrong. I have been drugged.
I try to focus and see that I'm in an empty room with one window without glass. This building is obviously old as the walls, ceiling, and floors are made of concrete. The atmosphere is damp and dense and the air smells stale.
The early morning sun beams in the window and birds chirp. A cockroach scurries across the floor and I nearly puke at the disgusting creature.
My hands are tied behind my back and my mouth is tightly duct taped. I try to free myself but I am with no success as the tie on my hands are also tightly tied.
I look up and finally notice the masked man who kidnapped me sitting in a chair, with the back of the chair facing me and his arms lazily crossed on the back of the chair.
Immediately, yet subtly, I grab the pocket knife out of my back pants pocket and start cutting the knot that restricts my hands from freedom.
He violently rips the duct tape off of my mouth and demands something. Something expected.
"Nelly, the secret," he yells, "Give me it!"
"How do you know my name?," I ask.
"Just tell me the secret," he demands.
I smile as I finally free my hands. I jump in, fighting the drugs, and lunge the knife towards his stomach. Before the knife enters his stomach, he swiftly takes off his mask and I am so stunned, I come to a complete stop.
"Rob?!," I yell.
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The Secret
Teen FictionZane wakes up in a cell to be tortured for a secret. A secret so illusive that people will stop at nothing to get it. A secret so powerful that if told, the one who possesses it could rule the world. A secret so dangerous that it would mean the end...
