(Okay, I'm gonna write a part of a story, and if you like it and want me to continue it, say so)
I sit up, shudder. I try to brush one of my loose brown bangs out of my eyes while I try to remember where I am, what I'm doing, and why I was unconscious, but my hands are stuck behind me. I try to look over my shoulder.
My hands are tied to some crazy contraption made of wood, plastic, metal, and, of course, rope. I don't know what it will do when the switch a few feet away from me is pulled, but, for now, I'm just stuck.
"Um, hello?" I call a bit shyly. A little voice in my head tells me no one will hear/care unless I demand it.
"HELLO?!" I scream. Sure enough, a figure appears in the midst of my yell. But who is it . . .?
I gasp. I know who it is.
(thanks to iamalive!)