A Girl’s Diary

The smell of smoke, grimace and abandon filled my nostrils. One of the few senses still working. The sound of water drops dripping...

Plop...

Plop...

For some, it could be soothing. For me, it was nerve-wracking.

Where was I?

My arms restrained, my vision blocked, I had no way to get out of this.

Then I heard the footsteps... Could it be?

"I've found you." I knew the voice. His voice!