Captive

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I’m awake but why is it so dark? I can’t move my arms. I don’t know what’s happened, let me try to remember. Last night was my 23 ^rd birthday party and I was out in town with my friends. I hate it when I drink so much that I can’t remember getting home at the end of the night. If I’m even home at all. Why can’t I move my hands? It feels like they’re bound with electrical tape but why would that have happened? I’ve really got to learn to control my drinking to stop me waking up in situations like this. It feels like I’m hanging, or swinging, or something else unusual like that.

“Hello?” No answer. Where the fuck am I? “Is anyone there?”

My hangover has kicked in as well, as if things weren’t bad enough already. As near as I can tell my entire body is suspended in the air. My wrists are bound, as are my ankles. There’s some kind of blindfold on me but wherever I am and whoever’s brought me here, they obviously don’t mind me making any noise because I’m not gagged. I listen intently for any inkling as to where I am. My memory isn’t helping as everything after 11pm is a complete blur. We were in the restaurant, then the eighties-style disco, then the club on Brook Street… but after that, nothing. I can hear the very distant drip of a tap and then suddenly I hear a heavy metal door open with a grinding sound, then as it slams shut noisily I hear footsteps, in what sounds like work boots, coming down some steps, then across the floor towards me.

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