Victoriå
Hey, are you still listening?
You know that one moment in your life where you're like:
'What the f**k?'
Yeah, yeah, that's what's happening right now.
I opened my eyes, meeting nothing but complete darkness.
I was scared and alone.
I was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, my hands aching as I'm sure that they must've been there for a long time.
My head throbbed and pounded.
There goes two words that shouldn't be said together.
My legs were tied as well, and I was more focused on trying to figure out where I was.
What smells like poop?
Wait, is that me?
I tried sniffing myself but I realized that the smell was coming from the corner.
But I couldn't see over there, so I sighed, trying to take my hands out of what I was certain were zip ties.
So cliché.
I hear
