5 Words, 1 Question

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Zach POV

Ropes

Tape

Blindfold

Chair

Blood

The 5 words my brain continually processed for the last hour.

Rope

There was rope restraining my wrist and legs from movement.

Tape

There was tape across my mouth keeping me quiet.

Blindfold

There was cloth across my eyes keeping me from surveying my surroundings.

Chair

I was bound to a wooden old chair to what I suspect was in the middle of the room.

And lastly blood

The smell of metallic and the substance dripping down the side of my head makes me believe its blood. It's not a bullet wound otherwise I'd be in more pain and most likely dead just the butt of a gun to my head.

Just

Fucking

Great

But one question remains where the fuck is my mate?

Authors note:
Hey my little chicken nuggets sorry for the random disappearance but I hope that this chapter and the next will make up for it. Until next Tim's duces my dudes

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