Chapter 25: Strange faces, one man

Sarah

Captivity and addiction, were the only things i fought with. Now a new baggage has been added to the number. Memory loss. For more than two months, living has been a daily torture, passed around different Mafia lord like flying baseball and an aggressive glove engulfing me at every throw. It’s hard enough that my drug addiction cannot be satisfied, my new captor doesn’t seem to be any different from the rest.

So much for his unnecessary handsome features. He sure doesn't have any intentions of protecting me. Here i am, stuck to yet another bed in cuffs.

On the bright side, unlike the others, clothes are allowed. With a throbbing head that refused to cease since my discharge from the hospital, I swing down a side of my body towards the edge of the bed to reach for a glass of water. I'll do anything to get a relief.

Someone had broken into my room earlier. It doesn't help that my memory fails yet again. He claimed we were friends from the past, but I've no hint of familiarity t