Out of the corner of my eye I could see light filtering from what seemed a crack in the baseboard to my left. My ankles were firmly tied, and my wrists complained loudly behind my back. It was hard to measure how far I was from the wall in the darkness, and the bulks closing around me were a painful reminder of what might happen if I dare to move or scream. The wall was covered with filthy shelves compiling an incredible collection of weird tokens ranging from old discolored ribbons and pieces of clothes, to dolls, ceramic figurines and wigs.
I couldn’t or didn’t want to figure out my captor’s fetishism tendencies, all I wanted in this moment was avoiding unwillingly contributing to this house of horror. The stench made me dizzy and the numbness would make it hard to drag myself toward the light, I even wasn’t sure if it was natural light- please let it be- or just a bulb in another room. I didn’t know where I was or how I have gotten here; my headache could surely account for that. But, where was I before? What was I doing? How did I end in this mess? And worse…
WHO am I?
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