DAMIEN
“P- p - please let m - me go,” I pleaded as I found my voice once again. I guess the drugs were beginning to wear off because I was gradually gaining consciousness; I was more conscious of what I was saying unlike how it was when it all started.
The vehicle came to a halt and in a moment, I was being dragged by the hand to an old building with pale colors and almost fading. We entered one of the rooms after being welcomed by two strange men in black. The room was neatly furnished. In fact, one would almost not believe that such elegance existed in that old, rickety-looking building. When we got to the room, he threw me on the marble floor, and there I knew from the look of things that I was done for, he was going to have his way with me and nobody was going to stop him.
“I see y
