The Eighth

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It's been weeks since the last note, the month would be up today. I'm scared out of my mind. I read the next note, what was written shook me to the core. The note read:

Baby girl,
Be ready at midnight, I'm coming to get you.

-J.Jh

I followed his instructions and gathered my things, assuming he was moving me into his home. It took me till nightfall, but I had an hour to spare. I decided to get absolutely wasted, I mean why not? I don't think I care enough to not.

The hour passed and I wasn't drunk enough, I wasn't as drunk as I wanted to be. Not nearly as drunk as I'd have to be to deal with this shit. A tall man nocked at my door, he had a red velvet suit on. His hair was brown and styled to perfection. He was handsome but he kinda looked like Felipe from Handy Mandy. He was very attractive to say the least, though he is also my captor.

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