I wake up with my hands tied behind my back and my head throbbing.
"Dad?" I try to yell, but it comes out as a raspy whisper. I try to stand but my legs collapse from under me.
"The fuck?" I mumble to myself. I scan the small room. On one end is a small lamp, and on the other is a cage. This is where I ask myself, "why the fuck is there a cage?". Again I try to stand, and fail. I groan.
I turn my head as I hear footsteps. What scares me is I hear them from above.
"Did you put her in the cage?" A deep voice rumbles.
"No, but i tied her hands." Another voice responds to the first. I shiver in fear as I realize they're talking about me.
"Well, i want her in the cage, kuz she might wake up at any second." The first voice commands.
"Right. Okay." Says the second. I hear lighter footsteps than the first walk off.
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Was Once Perfect
Teen FictionOnce I used to be happy. Once I used to have hope. Once I was perfect.
