Quiet. (5sos)

Breathlessly I took his hand and walked behind him, takin in all my surroundings. "What's your name?" He whispered, curiosity slipping off his lips. I gulped, still frightened to speak. He nudged me, "it's okay." "My name is L-lulabee."

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5. Snatched and Latched

I woke up to find myself laying down on a couch. I tried to sit up but then saw that my hands and ankles had been latched up with a rope.

"I think she's awake." I heard someone say outside of the room.

"Go get her then." A familiar voice said. Michael?

"Why the hell would I go get her? I'm not the one who snatched her up." The person said.

"Fine. I'll go." Michael said, followed by the creaking of the door opening.

I looked over to see Michael with a knife.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked with fright.

He smiled and then cut my ankle ropes, "we're going somewhere." He then cut my wrist ropes and threw some clothes at me.

"Please let me go." I pleaded as a tear fell down my cheek. "I have a family. They need me."

Michael smirked and then sat down on the bed. "Turn around." He said.

I nodded and turned around to where I wasn't facing him. To be honest, I was terrified. But then I felt him grab my long blonde hair and run a brush through it and then some wet stuff.

"W-what are you d-doing?" I asked.

I could sense him smirking, "dying your hair."

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Once he had me wash my hair out, he dried it and then grabbed his knife again.

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