Seconds after I awoke I realized that I was no longer laying down on the floor at the park on 43rd ave. What happened? My body was propped up against a pole with my hands chained to it. I tugged at them, no affect. I took a look around. A long narrow room with a wide door at the end. It had one of those dingy lights that made the atmosphere look like something out of a horror movie, and to top off the creepy vibes there was what appeared to be a young girl laying not too far from me. She appeared incapacitated so I tried to slide over close to her so I could kick her foot,no use. After what felt like hours my wrist eventually got tired of straining against the cuffs and I decided to just sit & see what would happen next. As time passed by I started to get really anxious.
