Consciousness crept back into my senses gradually, the world around me still blurry as I struggled to regain focus. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, a pale white ceiling materialized above me. I inhaled sharply, watching my breath drift away in the cold air.
Pushing myself up on my elbows, I took in my surroundings. I found myself on the top bunk of an old-fashioned metal bunk bed. The room was small, with coldness seeping into every corner. Bare walls painted a pale light yellow surrounded me, reminiscent of a sterile prison cell.
My heart plummeted as I realized the dire situation I had fallen into. Two doors came into view, tempting me to make a swift escape. But just as I tried to move, a tug on my arm jerked me back. Panic surged through me as I realized my left arm was handcuffed to a bar on the side of the bunk bed.
Desperately, I pulled and strained, hoping to free my wrist. The sharp metal bit into my skin, blood draining away, leaving behind a pale white color that soon turned crimson. "Aagh," I groaned in pain as my attempts proved futile. This was not going to be an easy escape.
The room was dimly illuminated, the feeble light originating from a source near the bottom bunk. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone possibly sleeping down there. What were their intentions with me? Carefully, I peered over the edge, relieved to find no one occupying the lower bunk. Instead, I discovered that the light was infiltrating through a small square cut into the cement wall. Frigid air and delicate snowflakes danced their way inside, a stark reminder of our Canadian setting. But this location seemed unfamiliar, foreign to me.
Resuming my efforts to free myself, I pulled at the restraints, hoping for a miracle. But my hands grew sweaty, my body overwhelmed with a mix of cold and stress. The flood of thoughts whirled through my mind, threatening to drown me. I had to slow down, to regain composure. The desperation was making me sick.
Abandoning my futile struggles, I lay back down on the pillow, desperately trying to calm my racing heart. Warm tears traced a path down my cold cheeks, their presence bringing an odd comfort. As I drifted back to sleep, fear clouded my dreams. Opening my eyes again seemed like a terrifying prospect.
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Captive
Mystery / ThrillerThis Twisted romance mystery follows the story of 19 year old Zara, her father being the Mafia boss of the city, she finds herself in dangerous situations all the time. But this time she was taken away from the safety of her father and his goons for...
