You wake up in a metal room with blood on your head and no memory of how you got there. Then, the phone rings. Then, it stops. Then, there's a voicemail. Then, you know you have to fight to survive. °°° There's no swearing because I originally made this story for my class and cussing is something my teacher isn't very fond of. (Actually there's the occasional hell or damn) This is not recommended to children under thirteen or to people who scare easily.
6 parts