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Weakly, I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Weird.
I can feel my eyeballs moving inside their socket on my brain's command but I can't seem to see anything. Strange.
I feel like I finally lifted my eyelids the things that my friend used to call "curtain of the eyes", but there's nothing but darkness. Scary.
Blinking several times and still couldn't see a thing. What is this? Am I blind? Why am I blind? How did this happen?
I tried to scream but there's something between my mouth. It's kinda salty too. What is this? It feels like cloth. Yes, it's cloth. Wait, I'm gagged? Why am I gagged?
With that, I decided to remove whatever was in my mouth with my hands. My hands? Why can't I move my hands. Oh wait, I'm tied. I can feel them tied behind my back. What the hell? What's happening? Is this some kind of a sick joke? Is this someone's idea of a prank?
Wait, prank? Maybe there are people watching me right now. Sick.
I'm getting tired in this sitting position. I should try and get myself free. At least that's what I thought.
I shimmied my hands until they hurt and tried to separate them as hard as I could. I can feel my restraints cutting and burying itself deeper into the skin of my wrists. It's not a time to feel such kind of pain, I should endure the numbing pain if I wanted to get out of this. And the hundreds of hours watching action movies paid off, I was able to free my hands.
And then I brought my hands on my hand and I ascertained that I was blindfolded. So that was the reason why I couldn't see. Thank God I was not blind. I don't know how to live if I am blinded. The world's so beautiful for someone not to see it. I don't even want to imagine a world without seeing anything.
I hurriedly removed the cloth covering my eyes and for a moment there, I saw nothing but light. A blinding light. How ironic if that light will be the cause of my blindness. Anyhow, after a few moments my eyes adjusted and I knew that the light was coming from some holes in the roof of the warehouse.
Wait, why am I at a warehouse? I looked around and I have observed that the warehouse was old and abandoned. I removed the cloth tied around my mouth and was able to breathe freely again. What is this place? Why am I here? I tried to think of the reason and my head started to ache.
I touched my forehead to appease the pain and it felt wet. I slowly brought my hand down and when I looked at it I was really concerned because there's blood on it. Dang, I have a wound on my head that's bleeding. What on Earth happened to me?
The only thing I can remember was...wait...uhm...
It was around when I was at the office. I remember that I was done for the day and I was just prepping myself to go home and then there's this sound. A beep. Yes, that was my phone. That's a message notification.
I pulled the phone from my pocket. Oh what a thick phone that was. As soon as I pulled it out my pants were able to breathe again and it's one less bulge in it.
I read the message. It was an invitation for drinks. Who was it from? It's blurry. I can't seem to recall who the message is from. But I knew it was someone I am closed with, it was from someone I trusted and it was from someone I wanted to see because I got out of there pretty fast.
I took a cab to the bar which was the agreed meeting place. I walked through the door and made a beeline towards the bar. I pulled up a stool and sat on it. I waved for the barkeep and ordered a bottle of beer. I decided to start drinking before my companion came.
I chugged a bit and as I set the bottle down on the table someone tapped me on my shoulder.
"Heeey. Why'd you start without me." The voice was so familiar, yes, that's who I was waiting for. That's the one who called me out. That's the last person I saw... and it was. Yes. It was YOU!
You texted me to come to meet you at the bar and then you are the last person I remember seeing before I was in this warehouse, tied and gagged. What in the hell happened? What did you do to me? Where are you?!
You might be wondering what this story is about. You might be scratching your head for a bit and somehow thinks that I have lost my mind and I am just blabbering crazy talk all throughout this article. It does not make sense? Well, you make sense of it. I mean literally, you should add meaning to this story.
This is an entry to #promptFactory where you need to add to the story and explain everything. Why am I at an abandoned warehouse tied and bound? Why did you call me out for drinks? What happened? Where were you? What's next?
This might be a bit challenging but I am confident with your skills that you can create a very creative and very beautiful story with the crumbs I laid out. I will be waiting for your continuation, okay?