Finish It! #32

he had no clue where he was or how he got here. Slowly he got up, realizing that he was naked. He scanned the room. It was a tidy room. A little bit of light made it’s way through the curtains. It was quiet. His legs felt heavy on his way to the door, as if they would not be used to walk. He put his hand on the doorknob, hesitating for a short moment before turning it.

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