𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your eyes fluttered open to be met with a bright light shining down at you. Simultaneously you’re met with the biggest headache you’ve ever had. You groaned, your hand coming up to your head as the pain got even worse. That’s when you felt something… wet?

You brought your hand back down and saw red liquid on the tips of your fingers. Confusion filled your mind as you looked around, taking in your surroundings. Bright. Cold. Box. You’re in a box?

You reached out and touched the clear, thick plastic that surrounded, searching for a way out. Suddenly, you remembered.

The box. The box you found in Joe’s ceiling. The photos. The phone. The panties. The teeth. You tried to escape. He… hit you. He hit you in the head.

Your hand weakly hit against the plastic, “Joe…” You whispered, your hand hitting the glass again, “Joe… Joe!”

Where did he take you? People dont just have access to plastic boxes big enough to fit a human.

“Joe!”

“I’m here.”