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The rope bites into my hands, rough and unforgiving. Something hard digs into my shoulder. I attempt to open my eyes, but they are glued shut.

With a groan, I force them open. The room is not brightly lit and I have to adjust my vision.

Where the hell am I?

My head lolls to the side, my neck protesting the motion. That is when I notice Allison across from me. Her gaze is locked on the door. Her hands are tied behind her, the same as mine. We are both bound to wooden chairs.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see the window. Through the window I notice that we must be deep into the forest, the dark green giving our location away.

"Hey," Allison whispers, her voice barely cutting through the silence. My eyes snap back to her. The thick wood beams overhead give it an almost primitive feel. It gives off basement vibes.

“What is going on? Where are we?” I ask, failing to hide the panic in my voice. I clear my throat and shake my head to clear the fog.

Allison’s eyes flick back to the door, then