Her Mystery Lover
He woke up and couldn’t say a word. He was in a cold, dark, concrete room. He was immediately speechless. Warm blood was trickling down his forehead and he had an intense migraine. One, single candle stood in one corner of the room, supplying only a small bit of light for him to look around and see what he had gotten himself into. A long, dark hallway led to the room that he was locked inside. Over his shoulder, he could see the door behind him. There was one small window that was boarded and nailed shut so that no sunlight would enter the room.
