Trapped

The white four- walled room seems to be closing in more every second. The tight fabric wrapped around my mouth is hot with sweat and perspiration. The rope binding my wrists to the cold pole stings as it cuts into my flesh with even the slightest movements. The lower part of my body has gone numb from hours of sitting on the hard stone floor stained with a crimson in splatters. Memories flash back in my head;

The rough hand gripping me, the black van, the doors slamming as I get pulled away, somewhere where no one knows where I am.
I’m all alone, so desperately alone. A cold sweat spreads over me as a single tear rolls down my cheek.

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