Alice
My head continues to throb as my vision is a bit blurry from the previous incident. I look around, trying to find anything familiar but nothing seems to come to mind. Everything looks dull, dark and almost confusing—even my back hurts, as if I've been sitting for too long without moving. I come to realise that my wrists are tied behind my back against this chair including my ankles. However, they're not tied with a rope but something harder, something metal.
'Where am I?' I begin to question myself, completely out of breath.
A figure remains hidden behind his own shadow while I try to make out of his face. I keep wonder if I'm actually bad luck because if I'm kidn*pped, which I am, this happens to be the second time within a range of a few weeks. If
