Y/N's POV
Ugh, w-what happened?... my head feels like it's about to explode... ugh even opening my eyes hurt...
I woke up no knowing where I was, this is soo strange. I can't seem to remember what happened before waking up. Maybe I drank too much tequila with Mexico... yea that's it. I just had too much alcohol, and now I have a migraine... my arms feel strangely numb, that's never happened to me before. Strange. This air is too musky and thick to breath. It hurts.
I lazily rose my arm, it felt sore. I wonder why? I tried moving my fingers, not the amount of movement I was expecting, but at least it was something. Though I started to panic when I couldn't feel my legs, I just waited and slowly moved them around.
After a while, the movements on my hands and legs started to increase, finally! I slowly opened and closed my hand, gradually recovering my sense of touch. I continued until it reached my wrist, but something made me freeze, I could feel a cold metal grip wrap around it. W-what? What is t-this? The numbness then fully washed away. I could feel the same sensation wrapped around my ankles, who would do this-... I know who...Mexico.
I groaned at the thought of him planning this out, only to have me scream out his name and make him release me. He's probably hiding in the closet waiting...He is such a child. I growled under my breath and opened my eyes to see the kind of hand cuffs he must've placed on me. I bet they are the fuzzy kind, he makes up such cheesy pranks it's ridiculous. You're try'n to scare me with another one of your kinks? Ha, yea right.
No ones POV
When your sore eyes lay upon the type of cuffs you had on, you get confused. These handcuffs were thick, metallic and had chains leading from them to the wall. That's when you noticed your dark surroundings, the walls were cement the bed was a bit worn down but comfortable, and the air tasted stale.
Why would Mexico cuff me in the basement-
You feel every muscle in your body stiffen, your blood freezes and your heartbeat starts to rapidly beat when you remember everything prior to waking up. The last person you saw wasn't Mexico... it was 🅱️oland. You start shaking uncontrollably, fear begins to cut its blade deep through you as you remember how weird he was acting when you interacted with him. W-where am I?
The disgusting scent of rust, mold and humidity fills your lungs as you try to breath, the levels of oxygen are low, but enough to keep you alive and all the while making breathing hurt. Your mind fills with questions, you ask your self again and again trying to make sense of his actions. But it's all soo confusing to you.
Why is 🅱️oland doing this? Why did he want to kiss me? Why did he kidnap me? What does he want from me?
A sudden laugh breaks the uncomfortable silence that surrounded you. A laugh that was drained from all sanity, a laugh that seemed unfamiliar to you, a laugh that made you shake with fear.
"Hello there Y/N, did you sleep well?"
