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Room 217, Saturday Morning
She didn't know what had happened.
She didn't know how she had ended up in this place... didn't even know where this place was. However, the nice guy, Johnny, had brought her back to his place and promised that she'd be safe while she stayed with him.
She went to stand at the window, looking out carefully to make sure there was no one watching the building. Letting the curtain fall back over the glass, she let out a breath.
They were out there somewhere. They were out there and they wouldn't stop looking for her until they found her.
Problem was, she wasn't sure who they were. She pulled the tank top up and away from her waist and made a face at the bruising there. It was in the perfect shape of a hand, but she couldn't remember how it had happened.
She couldn't remember a lot of things, actually.
[[OOC: For the man of the house]]
She didn't know how she had ended up in this place... didn't even know where this place was. However, the nice guy, Johnny, had brought her back to his place and promised that she'd be safe while she stayed with him.
She went to stand at the window, looking out carefully to make sure there was no one watching the building. Letting the curtain fall back over the glass, she let out a breath.
They were out there somewhere. They were out there and they wouldn't stop looking for her until they found her.
Problem was, she wasn't sure who they were. She pulled the tank top up and away from her waist and made a face at the bruising there. It was in the perfect shape of a hand, but she couldn't remember how it had happened.
She couldn't remember a lot of things, actually.
[[OOC: For the man of the house]]