"Please be a dream, please be a dream, please be a dream" ,I whispered as I took a deep breath before opening my eyes.
Nope. Not a dream. Definitely still kidnapped.
I instantly shut my eyes again grinding my teeth.
Just as I was about to start overthinking when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
I honestly felt like just keeping my eyes closed and playing dead or something.
"Hey.... Are you okay?" Instead of hearing a heavy male voice , the person asking this had a shaky & soft voice thick with an accent I couldn't recognise with the pounding in my head .
I opened my eyes to see a girl probably in her early twentis, kneeling next to the bed I was on staring at me with concern.
Shocked at this I sat up on the bed only then acknowledging that this girl wasn't the only one in the room, in fact there were several girls looking at me.
All very young and pretty.
Wait was in heaven? Are they all angels?
The Spanish girl laughed, "No, we're not angels and this for sure isn't heaven, more like the opposite actually.... Anyway that's just the drug they used on you making you think, act and feel weird"
I stared at her wide eyed.
Did this girl just read my mind?
They all laughed.
Wtf?
Laughing at myself, I realised I wasn't thinking these things, I was actually saying them out loud.
Those drugs really had me screwed up.
Blushing with embarrassment, I shyly said, "I'm okay, just really hungry" holding my bare stomach.
I wished i had one of my comfy oversized T-shirt i stole from my daddy instead of this stringy bikini top that started cutting into my skin.
The girl beside my bed frowned before saying, "Hopefully they'll bring us all something to eat soon, before I was moved from the previous room I was in they told me I'd be fed soon."
I nodded remembering them telling me the same.
Looking at the other girls now, I got a sick feeling in my stomach.
These girls were all so beautiful but the fear and sadness was evident in their eyes. Their faces pleasant but tired.... Clothes torn, make up smeared, hair messed up.
I felt a sense of comfort knowing I wasn't alone but for how long?
What were they gonna do to/with us?
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Детектив / Триллер" "Ple-ase" I choked out, tears drenching my face. He laughed looking down on me and I felt sick as his breath made its way to my nostrils and I was hit with the strong scent of alcohol. He wrapped one of his hands around my neck and raised my chi...
