*Stormy POV*
“f*****g b***h” I shout as I hear her walking down the hall. I never thought Kelly would f**k me over this way, we’ve been friends since childhood. How could she? Is Kendra in on this too? Who is the guy that keeps coming to talk to me? I must get the f**k out of here. I hear running water like that of a river or something, but there are no windows for me to confirm.
Last night he came to visit me and tell me it’s time to pay the piper. His voice sounds familiar, I probably know him. If only I could get a good look at him, I need to get this blindfold off.
“Hello, Stormy, how are you feeling?” he asks, the son-of-a-b***h has me in a basement basically and hasn’t fed me in days and wants to know how I’m feeling. “Oh, I feel wonderful, how about you asshole?” I say, probabl
