The story behind my wound, a girl called Persephone 'Sephy', she's in her early twenties long brown hair with the ends dip dyed blonde. Sephy has also just started a new job in an office, although she still lives with her parents she still goes out most night with her friends. Sometimes she does not come home for a few days, her parents are used to this so they don't worry much as should would text them occasionally. However not this time...
A night with her friends, she meets a boy who she thinks is interesting and mysterious however little did she know about his deep dark secret, of which she would find out later on in the evening. After a couple of drinks she feels drunk. Her vision blurring. Her palms are sweating. Sephy resliases that she has been drugged and blacks outs.
She awakes in a cold dark room, where her vision is still blurred but is becoming focused. When her vision is almost back, a bright light shone on to her, slowly flickering her eyes to adjust to the light. She tries to move but she can't. She's restricted by something poking into her chin and in between her collar bones. Her hands tidied together by what seems like rope. A beads of sweat roll down her face, from the beaming light. That's when she noticed the figure sitting in the corner watching her suffer. Sephy stands there wondering if she will ever she sun light again, whether she will ever have her life back, but will she ever get out alive....
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