50. Kidnapped

Jordan Miller

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I was so fucking disoriented.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy from being unconscious, as I tried to make sense of my whereabouts.

I was in a room and looking around, I realized it was dim and without windows. There were two doors in sight, one of which I was sure led outside the room. I sat up on the bed which I'd been laying on, wondering what the hell took place before my unconsciousness.

Did Professor Mark drug me? Why the hell would he do that? What did he want from me? I knew he wanted me, but I didn't think it was in an obsessive way that he ended up kidnapping me for his sick satisfaction.

Was anything I ever knew real? Has my life been a fucking joke from the very beginning?

Slowly but surely, I flung my legs out of the bed and stood up. Well, I tried to stand up, but I ended up stumbling back on the bed. Whatever was injected in me must've still been in my system.

What even was it?

Making sure to be more careful this time, I stood up again, walking soft