Left Alone into the Unknown (Discontinued)
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Huling na-publish Mon, Jun 6, 2022
Hi I am Zan, Zan Peterson. I was just a normal high schooler living his life but oo one unfortunate day, I got kidnapped by random person and he made me do terrible things for his entertainment.
This go one for months or even years but no one came here to help me.
My only time pass was this diary where I wrote all the things he did to me.
There was one fortunate day when I was able make an escape.
When I escaped and reached a city. I look at the date and time it was the same day I was got kidnapped. I tried to explain my story and tell people what happened but no one believed me. So I am sharing my story here so that everyone can see. I wrote it in Morse code so if the person who kidnapped me find my story he will not be able to understanding it on the spot.
Enjoy it and spread it so that I can take my revenge.
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