THIRTY
* * * Slowly gaining my consciousness, I woke up alone in the middle of a king-size bed with a massive headache. I groaned in discomfort as I had yet to fully register everything in my mind but I soon as I did, my eyes shot open remembering the last memory I had. 'I was kidnapped by Alex.' My thoughts screamed in panic as I remembered his face at the cafe. I hastily looked around in the unfamiliar room, anxiously thinking maybe my enemy was just around. Thankfully, there was no one around but me. I was relieved for a brief moment, but I had no time to relax as I quickly tried to get off of the bed. However, my expression turned ghastly pale when I found out something was wrapped around my ankle. With wide eyes, I felt even more panicked to know that I am shackled to the bed unable to ge
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