~ ROSELLE ~
I'm being tied to a chair inside an old, abandoned shed.
The rough ropes bite into my wrists as they're pulled tighter, securing me firmly against the wooden frame with a finality that makes my stomach drop. My ankles are tied tightly to the chair legs too, leaving me unable to move and completely at their mercy. I test the restraints once, then twice, feeling them dig into my skin. It only takes a moment to realize there's no way I'm getting out of this.
At this point, I can confidently say that getting kidnapped and nearly dying has become an unfortunate part of my life.
The thought would almost be funny if it weren't so pathetic, most people spend their days worrying about work, relationships, or what they're going to eat for dinner, but me? I somehow keep ending up at
