Page 31 of Gorgeous Nightmare

Where ishere?

No fucking clue. But I’m going to find out.

“Let me fucking out of here!” I screech towards the camera, pulling at my restraints.

Nothing.

My fingernails dig into my cuticles, a nervous tick that I thought I had lost. But under the circumstances I’m currently in, I think I’ll give myself a pass.

Silence.

Letting out a small sigh, I sink into myself and feel the cold biting at my skin.

I wait.

For what? I’m not sure.

But I know nothing good ever waits behind doors like that, so I guess it’s time for me to face my nightmare.

Hours pass, maybe days. I spend every moment hoping something will happen.

Anything.

At this point, I’m begging the darkness to devour me.

I haven’t eaten or drunk anything for who knows how long, but that didn’t stop my body from having to relieve itself.

I’ve never felt moredisgusting.

More exhausted.

More hopeless.

A lock clicks, filling the silence, and my fingers begin to tremble.

Don’t let them see your fear.

Don’t let them seeyou.

The only door in the room creaks open slowly, every inch louder than it should be, each sound a countdown to something I’m not going to escape.

I ignore it.

A couple of tall masked figures enter the room, covered in black from head to toe. The only part of them showing is a small area around their eyes peeking out from their balaclava.

They don’t speak.

Just move in silence, working to undo my ties.

I don’t move

I don’t protest.

It’s not until their touches turn painful that my voice starts to make itself known.

Their hands grab at me, clawing at my soiled clothes, stripping my body of its only armor.

Tears well in my eyes. I know what’s coming.

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