Trapped

Chapter 1

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What the hell?

The room was cold, damp, dirty, maybe even cramped. What even is this place? I don't even remember how I got here. Let's see, lets look back. I was walking home and then something or someone started following me and...

Wait...

Oh no...

I stumble onto my knees, a gag was in my mouth and I was tied via my feet with a rope, at least my hands are free. I remove the gag from my mouth and I try to get my bearings so I can somehow process where I am.

I was mostly right. It's cold and damp, reminded me of a basement, with a little bit of dust or dirt here and there, but unlike a basement, there was nothing down here, aside from..

A table?

The table has tools, or something, and the room is completely barren, just a table and a bed of some sort, no it wasn't even a bed, I've been laying on the floor for god knows how long.

And suddenly there are footsteps.

I quickly try to move back to the position I was in at the start but I stumble on trying to put everything back to where they were before, They can't see that I woke up or tried to escape! Shit, I don't know what to do!

"Hello there!"

It's a young woman, maybe in her teens, she has short, curly, white hair. She has glasses and is wearing a tank top and shorts, even though its mid fall, she's wearing summer clothing, she looks so innocent.

"It's nice to see you've come around! And I've see you've gotten yourself acquainted with where you are. Now I don't have to give you a tour." She places her hand on her chin, giving a worried and sad look, "But you shouldn't have seen my face, if you were going to escape, you could've reported me to the police.." she turned back and stared with a sinister look.

"And we wouldn't want that now would we?"

She gave an evil laugh.

My heart is beating rapidly, I need to get out of here somehow.

I softly speak, "If you let me go, I won't report you to the police."

She smiles, "Oh really? And what makes me think I could trust you? I don't even know you, so I don't know how you act or how you think."

My options are limited here, come on! Think!

It's not long before she walks towards the table, "Listen, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I can't trust you, I've had people like you before, and I don't think I'd want that happening again." She grabs a needle and thread, "I'll make sure you don't go out being a big tattletale," She looks at me with a glare, "nobody likes a tattletale."

She grabs a bottle of some chemical and douses it in a rag before coming over and grabbing a string. She walks over and attempts to tie it around my mouth. I struggle before the chemical starts to weaken me.

"Now be a good little girl and go to sleep."