I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the wit...
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❝ Forget what I said
It's not what I meant
Now I can't take it back ❞
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I don't have to open my eyes to know that something is terribly wrong.
I'm very uncomfortable. My shoulders are hurting and I can't feel my arms. When I try to move out of the position, I realise I can't.
I have a hard time opening my eyes. I have a terrible headache and I feel weak. When the room comes into a full view, I sigh to myself. My head falls back in exasperation, seeing I'm tied to a bed with my arms up and over my head and in a standing position, my feet touching the bare mattress.
I'm in the centre of an old building with no windows and no doors in a view. "Oh, fuck me," I mutter to myself and sigh. This is so fucked up.
I try my wrists, but they're tightly tied together. If I move them, it only hurts more. I hold my body up by standing on my feet because my shoulders are starting to hurt like hell from having to have my arms up.
I lick my dry lips, groaning because of the pounding in my head. They had to put a lot of chloroform on the cloth. The stupid assholes could've killed me.
I hear a loud sound of a door opening and closing somewhere and my head lifts up, my body becoming alert. I hear footsteps getting closer to me and I wait in anticipation.
I don't recognise the man that keeps walking towards me. He turns his head to the side, looking at me with interest. "So you've finally gotten enough rest and decided to wake up," he comments.
"I'm used to much more comfort than this."
He smiles. "I bet you are." The man has to be over thirty. When he gets nearer, I get a chance to look at his face even closer. His head is shaved and I see multiple tattoos on his neck that go up to his head.
"Do we know each other?"
He tilts his head to the side, looking at me with complete interest while I have to fight the disgust appearing on my face. "I'm not sure. Did your boyfriend ever tell you about me?"
