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Chapter 13 - eleutheromania

Taylor's POV

My heavy eyelids opened slowly. Darkness engulfed me.

I couldn't differentiate when I closed my eyes or not, the darkness was the same. 

I winced when I came to realisation that my head was pounding like a drum. 

I shivered when I was hit with piercing cold that enveloped me and all I had on me was a thin tee shirt and jeans.

My mouthed opened to ask anybody where I was. 

A scrutinising pain struck against my jaw. 

My lips and teeth were parted, a tight rag was pulled into it tied  around to the back of my head.

Reflexively, my tongue lashed out to taste the disgusting rag.

I gagged even more than I already did. 

It tasted like rotten potato skin stuck in a sewage. 

The opening of my mouth caused saliva to slowly drip out of my mouth.

There was a constant squeaking. In that instant, my mind went to the worst possible conclusion. 

MICE. 

I was seated in a chair, that I knew. 

...

Where am I?

I went to school, on the way home, I saw Brad and Vinnie. 

My heart clenched at the memory.

Then I went home.

Then was it the next day? 

It was probably the next day.

I was running to school!

Yes! It was the next day!

I was running to school then...um...

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I WAS KIDNAPPED!

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I jiggled my wrists to find them behind me. 

What I could make out as thick rope, strained my wrists. 

My hands shook again and again in desperation to loosen the rope but it only felt tighter and tighter. 

I moved my hands around, up, down, left, right, anything.

Red marks burned through my skin each time. 

But I didn't care. 

My fists clenched and unclenched, anything to loosen the rope's burning grip.

I stopped after I realised it was hopeless. 

My eyes threatened to spill.

This can't be happening.

The soles of my feet stung as they stomped at the ground. 

Cement. 

Either that, or extremely smooth stone.

The harsh sound of rusted metal grazed the floor. The room was filled with the horrifying creak. 

Followed by a simple flick of a light switch.

Instantly, a hand roughly snapped the blindfold off of my head, leaving my hair messier than it probably looks. 

My eyes squinted, adjusting to the brightness.