TRAPPED IN MY COFFIN!

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I woke up with a start, gasping for air. Panic engulfed me as I realized I was trapped in a confined space, struggling to breathe. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were bound tightly. I was trapped in a coffin.

 

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the lifeless face of a woman next to me. She was freshly dead, and the sight of her corpse sent shivers down my spine. My mind raced, trying to piece together how I had ended up in this macabre situation.

 

Suddenly, I remembered the party I had attended the night before. It had been a wild night, filled with drinking and dancing. I had met a woman, and we had hit it off. But now, I couldn't remember what had happened after that.

 

I tried to shout for help, but my voice was muffled by the thick wood of the coffin. I was alone, with only the dead woman for company. Fear consumed me as I realized that I was running out of air. I struggled to break free, but the wood was too strong.

 

Finally, I felt a jolt as the coffin was lifted off the ground. I heard the sound of footsteps, and then the coffin was lowered again. I was buried alive.

 

I screamed, but no one could hear me. The darkness and the stench of death overwhelmed me. I felt like I was going insane.

 

Days passed, and I lost all sense of time. I was trapped in a nightmare, and there seemed to be no escape. My mind began to play tricks on me, and I thought I could hear the woman next to me whispering. I felt her cold, lifeless fingers brushing against me.

 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt the wood above me being removed. I was lifted out of the coffin and into the light. I saw the faces of my captors, and I knew that I had been kidnapped for ransom.

 

They laughed at my terror, telling me that I was lucky to be alive. But I didn't feel lucky. I had been scarred for life by the horrors I had endured. I knew that I would never be the same again.

 

 

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