

Last ChanceIt was dark. Pitch black in fact. Daisys tired, emerald eyes shot open. Blindly she struggled to get into an upright position. The darkness was overwhelming. With claustrophobia seeping in she began to cry, but instead choked on her tears, fearing whoever was holding her was watching, waiting, listening. Her breath began to speed up and came in quick short bursts. She struggled to find oxygen in the thin musty air. With her lungs burning, she gingerly tested out her limbs. Her legs were fine but her left wrist was searing, as she moved it not even a centimeter a bullet of pain seared down her wrist. She cried out in pain, but nothing caLast Chance
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