Prime suspect

i woke up tied to a chair with a cloth wrapped around my head it was dark and cold i could almost feel the salty air from outside brush across my face. i heard a rattling behind me and could not tell weather it was a rat or someone about slug me over the head just like last night. so my only reaction was to scream, scream as loud as i could and pray to god someone could hear me. all of a sudden there was an arm wrapped around my throat i could barely breath and so i did what i could to fight who evers hairy ass arm was trying to kill me and i got a whiff of something familiar and i was trying to determine who it was and then i remembered. ZAYN whore that cologne. with all the confusion and wonder racing through my head, i cried.

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