It’s dark - darker than before and she’s sure that means it must be nighttime by now. How long had she been gone? Lydia wiggled her fingers slowly - attempting to move her wrists - the plastic tie biting into her wrists. The chair she was in was hard - her body aching in several different places. She could feel a warm sticky liquid near her head and new the blood from earlier was slowly drying.
Lydia had been walking back from class, heading to her car when the blow to the head came. She couldn’t remember much more than that. She’d woken up in a darkened factory or building of some sort not long later.
He was gone for the moment - not far though, she knew that. She’d been forced to watch as he killed the other girl - choking her with a sharp wire and then tossing her body aside like she was nothing.
He’d cleaned up and then took the body - but she knew he’d be back for her and if she didn’t find a way to get out of here she’d end up just as dead as the other girl and Lydia couldn’t let that happen. She struggled against her bindings - the plastic cutting into her skin as tears streamed down her face.
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