THE NEEDLE.

Sitting on that chair, sweat dripping from my forehead as I struggle against the restraints, everything I've experienced here floods back into my memory. Being taken, being tortured, being lied to. Feeling weak at every moment I needed to feel strong. I cry. And I feel weak. Again. I swear I will kill them. All of them. All of the people who stand in front of me as Josh comes forward with the needle. I don't want to die. What is going to happen to me?
He smirks, and inserts the needle.
I wake in a daze, tied to a chair with cuts and bruises all over me. Strangers surround me and a young man, around 23, stands in front of me with a needle in his hand smirking.
"Where am I?" I scream. "Who are you?"
They all laugh.
"This is perfect." The man says. "Just perfect."

Sophie has been kidnapped, tortured and lied to. All for it to be wiped away by the prick of a needle. Will anyone help? Or will she be forced to relive her hell over and over again without even knowing?