Stormy POV
My body groaned with my attempts to move. The scent of wet metal and stale air clogged my nostrils. I brought out in a fit of coughs. My eyes slowly opened. I was in a square room with bare dark grey walls but upon closer inspection, a pattern of red splatters emerged on the wall I directly faced.
I gulped the lump in my throat.
Is that blood?
“Let me go!”
I screamed as I yanked on the chains binding my wrists. Ugh, this was an overbearing sense of Déjà vu.
“You can scream all you want this time, Stormy. You won’t get away.”
My eyes turned to saucers. “You!”
He stepped closer. He wore a long white lab coat and black clothing underneath.
“I knew I hadn’t dreamt you up!”
Salazar c****d his head to the side.
“Uh… never mind. You can’t keep me here.”
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