Ali

A typical 10th-grade morning began with an early rise. Makeup, choosing a look, calling friends. As you were leaving, you heard your mom's voice.
"Darling, have you forgotten anything?" She held out the lunch.
“Thank you, mom, you’re the best,” you kissed her on the cheek and ran out.

Everything was going as usual in biology class. The teacher was explaining the topic, the class was floating in the clouds. And suddenly the bell rang. Two short ones, one long, too early. A chill ran down my spine. The students looked at each other, and the teacher screamed.

• Children, quickly block the doors!

But unfortunately, you found yourself right at the entrance. Just as you lifted your chair, the door swung open with a bang. The impact threw you back. A man in black stood on the threshold. A mask hid his face, his gaze cold.

The teacher stepped forward, but the stranger grabbed your wrist.
"One more step and you won't see her alive," he said.

He pulled you out into the corridor, hid the weapon and threw it over his shoulder.

• Don't move, otherwise it will get worse.

Two more masked people approached from below.

• Why the hell did you bring her here?!
• You never know. It might come in handy.
• If he gives in, I'll rip your head off myself.

You were thrown into the back seat of a black jeep.
"Drink," the stranger ordered, holding out the bottle and the world began to spin.

You woke up in a cold basement, strapped to a radiator. The same man was sitting opposite you, his mask still covering his face.
"Finally woke up," he drawled mockingly. "I thought I mixed up the bottles and gave you poisoned water. Forgive me for being stupid."