Chloe
I’m bored. And starving.
I woke up a few days ago chained to a dirty bed in a small room. Wherever I am, it’s obviously not in the city. The comforting noises of traffic, raised voices, clashing music, and the ceaseless hum of activity is missing. It’s quiet here. Too quiet, and it sets my teeth on edge.
There’s a small filthy window in the room, but it’s so covered in grime I can’t really see out of it. And at night, it’s so incredibly dark I can’t even see the hand directly in front of my face. I accidently smacked myself in the nose last night trying to gauge where my hand was. I'd be embarrassed if anyone saw me, but it's so dark I doubt even night vision goggles would work in this place. It’s a disconcerting darkness that could hide just about anything and it makes my imagi
