POV: Kimberly Ann
Kimberly: Wake up.
You slowly open your eyes and look around. Your vision is fuzzy and unclear, it seems as if you are sitting on a couch. You try and wipe your eyes but you can't move, you try and speak, but something is holding your mouth shut. Blinking fast helps you get clearer. You are not in you room. *Where am I?*
Kimberly: Try and escape.
You try and get off the couch, but you trip. Your legs are ties together. "What the hell? What the fuck is going on?" You are now lying on the floor. Stop fooling around. Get up. You sit up and try to stand up, but you trip again, this time you smash your head on the side of a table. You feel a dribble of blood seeping down your face. Damn that hurt. You start to close your eyes. God you hit your head hard. You decide to lie against the couch, and rest. "Don't go to sleep ass hole.." But you are so tired. "Don't fucking do it. You have to get... out... of..."
Kimberly: Fall asleep.
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Not Remembering in The Morning
Mystery / ThrillerShe wakes up with the metalic taste of blood in her mouth. She can't move. The smell of the room was so terrible, that she was going to puke. She wants to scream and get away, but she can't. She wants to kill the man that kidnapped her, but she is f...
