Thirty-Six
Mia Whatever I was sitting on was cold, like freezing metal. Even the little bit of my bottom that my daisy dukes covered was freezing. My feet were bare, braced on a cold surface, my toes like little icicles. My teeth chattered away. With every noise I heard near me, I turned my head this way and that but couldn’t see anything, not with the dark hood they had put over my head. I tugged in a futile attempt to free myself from the straps holding me to the arms of the cold chair. Every time I did this, there was an uncomfortable pinch in the crease of my right arm. When they didn’t budge, I whimpered. No one said anything around me, so I wasn’t even sure if there was anyone around me. I didn’t know how I had gotten in the chair, since that’s where I woke up, so I had absolutel
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