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"I did something wrong," I whisper, pressing my calloused hands against the glass door on 5th Avenue, seemingly invisible to those who strolled past it, eyes dragging from one designer store to the next, glossing over the poor people who crept up to the glass door every hour of the day. Poor as in suffering; I had enough money to last multiple lifetimes. As a successful writer and celebrity, I was the epitome of the American Dream, both at home and abroad. And here I was, about to throw it all away, for a fresh start. The glass begun to burn...
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I awake upon hearing the tear of the duct tape from across my mouth, ripping across my lips. The rope loosens around my ankles and wrists, and I rotate them slowly in my new found freedom. There’s still darkness in the musty, damp room I look around, squinting to make out the shadows my paranoia sees in every corner. “It’s just me.” A rich voice echoes around the chamber of a room and I turn to face my kidnapper.. “Why- why did you take me?” My voice trembles as I choke back a sob while the kidnapper muses with a light-hearted hum, the tune ...
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