I’ve woken up up cold an alone.
My head is thumping and my heart is pounding.
I can tell that where I am is hot, but I feel so cold.
I taste blood. My eyes have blindfold over them, but I can tell I can’t open my eyes.
I try to reach out, but my hands are tied behind me. I try to walk, but my feet aren’t on the ground. I am alone in this room, hanging from the ceiling. My clothes have been taken off, I have blood dripping down my face and onto my chest. I hear it drop onto the cement floor.
Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop.
It’s hard to keep my eyes open.
I keep fading in and out of consciousness. Swaying back and forth from this chain. I can’t move. I can’t scream. I have a sock shoved in my mouth to keep my quiet. I knew I shouldn’t have followed that stupid piece of s**t dealer, but I’m too f*****g stupid to leave something alone.
Now I’m in this room. Humiliated, naked, beaten, bloody, bruised, and cold. I have no idea if I’ll ever leave this place.
Tears mix with my blood and they run into my mouth, just being sopped up by this sock.
I can’t keep my eyes open, fading, fading, fadi……