The paddle boat and the late night mystery Pt.1

Icey tingling sensations crawled down my arm. My stomach would not calm down. It felt as though someone had dropped a brick down my throat. Why was he taking me here? That paddle boat just sat there, tied to the dock, rocking back and forth, creaking and groaning. My wrists were starting to hurt from the ropes, I didn’t know what to say. It seemed better to not say anything at all. It seemed a strange thing to think, but I didn’t think he was going to hurt me. He just needed something, in his twisted un-nurtured mind, he needed something. And in that moment, I needed to help him.

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