Puppet
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Last published Thu, May 30, 2019
Let me start with the basics. My name is Astrid May Wells, I am 23 years old and i don't remember how i got in this cellar. I live in Blaine county, Idaho but at this moment in time I have no recollection of my location nor the date.
*****He didn't say anything as I kept my eyes down on the floor, slowly he pulled a set of keys from his pocket and opened the small door at the other end of the bars. His foot steps sounded like rolling thunder in my ears as he walked into the cell closer to me, but he stopped at least 4 feet from me. I could feel his eyes burning into my skull, I dared a peek up at him and thats when he spoke. "Hello Astrid"****
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