I felt groggy. I didn't feel like myself. I willed my limbs to move or do something, but they felt heavy. I tried to remember what happened, or at least where I was. All I could remember was the man in the woods. I shot up and instantly regretted it. My head swam with a pounding headache. I placed my hand on my head to try and stop the spinning; it only made me feel sick. I groaned and shut my eyes back quickly as I tried to remember what happened. All I kept seeing was the man in the woods. I tried blinking my eyes open again. I was more successful this time. I squinted against the bright sunlight filtering in through an open window.
Where was I?
I looked around to see that I was in a bedroom. The color theme was cream and light grey. Everything in the room mirrored the theme. I looked down to see that I was in a plush queen-sized bed. The covers were off-white with the rest of the room. There were lights on the ceiling, a single grand window, a set of double doors, a single door, a bedside table with a lamp, and a desk with a small bookshelf build it. This room looked like a master bedroom. I instantly panicked and checked myself.
Clothes still on?
Check.
My virginity in tact?
Check.
Phone and wallet.
Nope.
"Oh God, Nolan. Nolan is going to be devastated. He doesn't know where I am, and he'll blame himself for losing me and he's going to tell my dad and... My dad! It'll be like my mom all over again. He'll think I'm dead. He'll think I'm dead and Nolan is going to blame himself," I thought out loud as tears poured down my face. The man rushed closer to me, making me cower away even more. I hated this.
"Hey, no, no, no, please don't cry, please," he begged. I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted the sheets hard in my hand.
"Please... just take me home. I won't say anything about you, I promise. I won't tell anyone," I cried anyway. He hesitated.
"I can't," he breathed.
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