the room was dark and cold and almost silent , enough that all the platinum blonde could hear when she roused from her sleep was her heartbeat . bleary eyed , she tugged at her wrist , only to be greeted by the harsh sound of metal against metal and the realisation that she had been rendered immobile . her breathing became a little laboured ; where was she ? this place felt all too strange and yet all too familiar at the same time , giving off an eerie feeling she just couldn't shake away .
" hello ? "
her words reverberated off the walls , voice hollow and somewhat frightened . it wasn't often that lorraine broughton felt uneasy , but something about her current predicament seemed to instill an element of fear inside of her . for a moment , everything was silent again .
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