Kidnapped Love
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I woke up in an unfamiliar place & my head was pounding... I looked around, only soon to meet eyes with a really handsome boy...
"Hey baby girl, how'd you sleep?" He questioned coming to sit near me; I scooted away from him & looked at him confused.
"Who are you? How do you know my name? Where am I? Why am I here?"
"Calm down baby... You're safe. Now get dressed, I want you to meet some people." He stated as he got off the bed, kissed my forehead, & left me in the unfamiliar room confused & frightened. As I was getting dressed, I realized the guy that was in the room with me looked familiar to me, like I've seen him before, but where..? I pushed the thoughts aside & finished putting on jean shorts & a t-shirt.
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