NINA. [What can I do?]
“So…what’s the plan?” If I could get just a little information out of her…anything…maybe I could figure out a way to get out of that situation. She was focused on cleaning up my wounds. There was just a little of scraped skin…it was just like the kind of scrapes you can get when you stumble and fall…or when you ‘crash’ against the wall (I have always been really clumsy and it happens sometimes. Don’t judge me). The alcohol stung a little, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as realizing that you are in a weird place, tied up, and away from everyone, when you wake up. “Wait…why…when…how did I fall asleep?” I looked at Robin with caution. I still couldn’t remember all too well, but I was pretty sure that I didn’t just fall asleep. “I…might’ve done something bad. But it was for your own goo
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