Disorder
Prologue
The sound of agonizingly slow footsteps can be heard as a child trembled in fear, desperately trying to get out of her binds. Her hands shook trying to take off the cloth around their eyes. She could feel the rope cut deep into her wrists as she continues to struggle against the binds. The cold rough floor was scraping her skin as she tried to move her arms, making deep cuts into her forearms. The poor child felt confusion, fear, and anxiety as the footsteps got closer to the door.
A/n This way you know i was actually working. tysm for reading my other cringe book. You are a trooper for getting through my other book. But i really think that this book will be great in the future, as long as it goes where i want it to be. Welp, i hope u liked it. Bye~
*pacotaco esplode*