My
survival instincts are kicking into over-drive. I force my hands in opposite
directions. The rope stretches a fraction of an inch. Hope flares but is
quickly extinguished by the burn igniting on my wrists. Rubbed raw, my arms
weaken. I feel the oozing of blood from my tender skin and my strength begins
to die once more.
Tears fill my eyes again and I start to wonder
what I had done to land me here, where I will surely die…
A few hours earlier…
Wide
awake in the middle of the night, I decided to take one of my customary walks
in the dark streets. Adrenaline pumped through me as I stepped out into the
alley behind my apartment complex. Deserted and eerie, the alley beckoned to me
to take a visit because of the dangers it could hold. Excitement rushed up my
spine and I gladly took a step from the safety of my home.
I
aimlessly walked from alley to alley and street to street. I took in the sight
of the city with the glow of a few street lights. The orange glow illuminated my
path and how quiet the streets were.
I
kept up the same steady pace until I stumbled upon the first real sign of danger
I had seen that night…
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