I woke up in a dark room with a light hovering over me, I started panting a realized where I was.

I got shot on my inner thigh and now I woke up in this room. But, my wound isn't bleeding. It's like it's stitched.

But,I fucking hate myself for passing out

"Hello!?" I started moving my body and the chair bounced up and down with me.

"I swear to God when I get out im gonna fucking kill you!" This better not be how I die

"Let me the fuck go!" I screamed, my voice echoed