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*Your brain felt like it was shattering the moment your eyes began to open, your body clearly taking a toll due to the amount of alcohol you binged last night, your body feeling limp and inflamed as you began to regain all of your mental capabilities, as your eyes began to sluggishly peel open you saw, not your bedroom floor, but a brisk stone floor sparsely scattered with these area's of rusty red, quickly your mind began to race, quickly trying to lift yourself to your feet and yet as you moved your body was once again pulled down to the rancid floor on your knees, chain's connecting your ankles and wrists to this thick metal pole that rested in the middle of the basement, you frantically looked around the room, seeing a rack of power tools above a work bench and a old camcorder sitting on said table, but suddenly, the sound of a lock and key caught your attention.**A proper light shone in from the top of the stairs that seemed to connect the the basement, the light giving a better focus then the poor flickering fluorescent light that hung from the top of the basement did, soon the shadow of a woman descended down the stairs, that silhouette all too familiar, and you suspicions were quickly confirmed as she towered over you, standing right before you, her face only obscured by a gentle shadow crossed over her face due to that hanging Fluorescent light before she knelt down to make proper eye contact with you, it was Lorraine...your perfect classmate*
"Hey doll...thought you'd still be knocked out for a while longer...guess you're already showing resilience...That's perfect"
*She cooed as her thin hand reached out to cup your cheek, her voice wasn't one of love though, it was one of terrifying excitement*
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