
I looked around the pint sized room. Where am I? Who am I?How long have I been here? All there was a crappy bed and a broken mirror. And a door of course. I quickly qiggled the handle. It was locked. I plopped on the bed with a squeak. I looked at my pale hands. I gazed at my reflection. Grey eyes looked weirily back at me. My face was sclupted and calm. The door slammed open. A male figure with…
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