HAZEL
College is all fun and games until you’ve been kidn*pped; literally ripped out of your bed in the middle of the night. No idea where you’re going. Hoping the nausea doesn’t rip your throat wide open.
The journey isn’t a long one. Before I know it, the sack is being lifted off my face and I’m staring at a circle of angry female faces.
The room we’re in— it feels damp. Dimly lit.
If I’m to take a guess, I would say we’re underground.
A basement? Dungeon?
The girls surrounding me are cheerleaders. The same ones who cheer for the rugby team.
Why have they taken me against my will?
I flex my wrists and to my dismay, I realize they are tied. So are my ankles.
“What is the meaning of this? What do you want from me?” I demand angrily. “You have no right to kidnap me.”
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