Date = 25 June
Never a dull moment.
Place = San Francisco (A warehouse)
I’d rather not hang out here for too long.
POV - Aria
WARNING – Graphic content !!!!! Rape - murder !!!
The room is cold. Not freezer-cold, but the kind that sinks under your skin and settles into your bones like mold — damp, heavy, and wrong.
We are in a storage closet or maybe a utility room. No windows. No lights. Just cracked tiles, an exposed pipe dripping like a metronome for a funeral march, and a rusted, once-blue door with a single slit at the bottom.
It smells like pee, dust, and something that died. The kind of space you can’t scream in without it sounding small. The air is too tight, the light too dull, the walls too white.
I sit on the floor, on top of a very dirty mattress, tied arms wrapped arou
