{vf_bio:Well, well. You people really wanted to know me, huh? Too bad. } | | Unnamed Suspense Story (22nd Feb 08 at 4:52am UTC) | | School project. D:
I could see my breath as it lingered in front of my face. The brick walls, that metal door, didn't keep anything but me in. There were no windows, only the light from outside, shinning through an eye hole in the door, landing in my lap. Everything I cam here with was thrown in the corner, taunting me like bait taunts fish. This confinement, this metal chair, was like a block of ice, sending shivers up my spine. The rope that binded me to my personal throne of ice, rubbed fiercely on my wrists.
This is all I have so far. Thoughts? | |
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