1 kidnapped?

Light.

The red in the darkness of closed eyes that tells you there will be light when you open them.

Pain.

The sense that tells you the truth,

you are alive.

But how? how is it possible for me to be alive.

I clearly fell off the bridge, in the middle of night when no one was near to save me.

My body clearly touched the ice cold water so how am I breathing now?

*breathes in deeply*

yep I'm alive, very.

I'm scared to open my eyes, what if people don't actually die but end up just being reborn.

Would I have to go through all of that again?

Yet that very fear makes me open my eyes.

Surprisingly, it's an old house.

Who live in such an ancient house these days?Must be a comic lover like me. *tsk* too bad you kidnapped me.

You even chained me you psycho!

Do I look like hulk to you? Ropes would have been enough.

So cruel, I'm such a cutie, why would you be so brutal as to chain me up?

Look! I'm bleeding. Now I would have to take that damn tetanus in my bum thanks to you.

Just you wait. I learnt how to escape a kidnapping from YouTube for this very day.

*click* *click*

Here comes my bad luck.

Just as I'm about to break free from these chains a fat old lady clad in green with a very evil face comes in followed by a middle age malnutritioned servant growing black beard.

" Haha, Bitch what did you think you can choose death to escape the marriage? Even to your end you won't let us make profit. If it were not for your pretty face why in the heavens would we keep such a weakling like you to work?"

This doesn't make sense, their clothes. Are they role playing? Should I play along? Maybe I'm lucid dreaming again. Yea I should just go back to sleep again to wake up.

The fat lady walks to the young girl and extends her hand. With immense force she pulls her long silk black hair as if she wishes to have them all to herself.

*hiss* what th-

The servant behind the fat lady comes forward with the back still bent down to a little angle.

"Mòlì, you are acting very naughty, you should apologise to madam for being disrespectful."

Mòlì

and with this very word something that has been tugging at the depths of my mind came in rushing and shook me to the reality of what was happening to me.