HOSTAGE
I wake up with a bad headache. I can't move, My hands and feet are tied and a gag in my mouth. I am on a dank smelly floor in a dark space.
HOSTAGE
I wake up with a bad headache.
I can't move,
My hands and feet are tied and a gag in my mouth.
I am on a dank smelly floor in a dark space.
Where am I?
Who did this to me?
Have I been kidnapped?
Is t…
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