I smelt rotting flesh. I tried to get up but felt bound. I probably was chained to a chair. The Place had seemed familiar… The Loco’s Crack den! I had been kept in his body room. The door creaked open and there he was Loco. Behind him was two men holding Mp5’s. Loco was well built with slicked back hair. He gad a scar going over his left eye. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with black shades that prevented me from seeing his eyes
. He had unlocked me from the chair i was ready. I leaped and Bolted for the door. I felt a piercing pain in my
leg. I was Paralysed ….

I woke up to have the fumes of rotting pig flesh entering my nose. This was not my last holiday resort for sure . The last one was flooded with light. Where here there was only a light in front of me.Beside me was a mirror.I had a stream of blood running down the side of my face. I must escape the rope was weakening t every time i tensed my muscle. I feel like a bodybuilder.I was unravelled and i ran for the door i was out…

I hadn’t seen the sun for days it hurt my eyes. I had to find a bus or transport.There were none in site. I needed to get away before loco realised so i ran for my life.

Run Forrest Run