My Rosaline

Rosaline's eyes fluttered open. She groaned in pain as she felt her head ache. She tried to raise her hand to massage her head but failed. She looked down at her hands, only to see them chained to the arms of the seat she was in.

Memories of how she ended here came crashing into her mind immediately.

"Alex Wright, that bastard!" she cursed.

She began to forcefully pull her hands to free them from the chains. But who was she kidding, she failed.

"Let me out of here, someone?" She screamed.

"My earbuds are hurting from your screams," Alex Wright drew lazily from where he sat watching her.

Rosaline's brows furrowed on seeing him.

"You murderer!" She yelled.

Alex Wright yawned as if her words didn't make any sense.

"Let me go you psycho," Rosaline yelled.

"The earlier you realize that shouting won't do you any good, the better for you," Alex Wright barked.

"Look around you missy. Do you think anyone can find you here? The walls here are soundproof, soundproof, even if someone does come