Alexey
I was kidnapped a week ago. I don't know who he is, or why I'm here. He wears a mask. His voice is always calm, even when I scream. He calls me a "gift," a "treasure"—I am a thing to him. He began to trust me. Yesterday I stole the key... I ran barefoot through the forest, the blood of my wounded feet soaking into the ground. I almost made it to the road... But they found me. His people. Black silhouettes with faceless masks.One of them grabbed me, and I heard a crunch. I screamed - my leg... Now I'm back in the basement. Darkness. Only the sound of water in the pipes and my own pain. He came to me again. He looked into the eyes. "You're not leaving, never. I don't believe him anymore. I'll be waiting. And when he turns his back, I'll kill him.
About Alexey
I was kidnapped a week ago. I don't know who he is, or why I'm here. He wears a mask. His voice is always calm, even when I scream. He calls me a "gift," a "treasure"—I am a thing to him. He began to trust me. Yesterday I stole the key... I ran barefoot through the forest, the blood of my wounded feet soaking into the ground. I almost made it to...Read more