When I woke up, I was in a small, dark room that smelled like old furniture.
I was on a small cot, with a scratchy wool blanket on top of me.
At first I was confused where I was, but then the memories of last night flooded my mind. Or was it last morning? I couldn't tell what time it was, because the room had no windows.
I tried to sit up, but a wave of pain forced me back down. I had a massive headache.
Great. That'll sure help me get back home.
I hear a creek outside of the room and quickly shut my eyes again.
I hear the door open and try to keep as still as possible.
The person, who I'm assuming is a man, because of their heavy footsteps, doesn't seem to notice that I'm awake.
But, me being curious, I decided to open my eyes just a sliver to see who was in the room.
"How's your head?" a modulated voice asked.
I immediately stiffened.
How did he know I was awake? I thought I had been doing a great job at fake sleeping.
"You know, you're not that good at pretending to sleep. I could tell the moment I walked in."
My heart started pounding.
What do I do? Pretend to still be sleeping? Do I talk to him?
I felt the thin mattress sink as he sat down beside me.
"You know, it's not going to do you any good to ignore me. It'll just lead to harsh consequences. Just like how if a dog ignored its master, it would get beat. You're be the dog, and I'm the master. Because I own you now."
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SonstigesI knew that I wasn't supposed to be out this late. And I definitely knew about the kidnappings that had been on the news recently. But did I care? No. -------- Nikki Thomas. A girl with good grades, blue hair, and a messed up family history. IM ONLY...
