COMING TOGETHER...
Kat woke up to a blaring headache.
Her eyes registered darkness and her mouth tasted cloth. Her wrists and ankles were held tightly by something strong and uncomfortable. Rope? She wasn't sure, but when she tried to move, it was of no use.
Her mind raced, trying to think of a way to get out of that mess, but she was a lethargic teen with no special talents whatsoever... and to get out of such a physical bind, well, all she could do was cry in the dark.
"You're awake."
The voice drove a shudder through her spine, jerking her shoulders into an instinctive submission. She knew that drippy, oh-too-angelic voice from anywhere. She knew it all too well.
"No need to struggle." A clank sounded nearby, like steel being placed on a wooden surface. "You know you won't be able to do anything. You're worthless how you are. Always have been, still is, and always will be, you boring-assed bitch."
Oh God... She internally cried, since doing it verbally was off no use. Whatever it was that was tied around her mouth, all she could voice out were gurgles and unintelligible drabbles. It can't be, she wept, it CAN'T.
The metal dragged across the table surface, its sound echoing throughout the cave-like library walls like a slashing lade through her ears. It pierced the suddenly stagnant air, and Kat found herself too afraid to scream, her situation already hopeless no matter where she looked at it.
So all she could do was cry as the personholding the knife in her hand smiled all the wider at how her plans were allcoming together.
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