บท 69: A Date With Stanislav

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So. Hot.

I feel the heat burning through my skin and try to open my eyes.

My vision is blurry at first as my eyes are itching, dried out from the temperatures. I wait a bit for them to get used to my surroundings.

All I can see is concrete below my lying body. Grey, even and clean.

I lift my head up a bit and my eyes land on a window front, showing nothing but red behind it. The wooden crate is lying next to me.

I try to take a deep breath but to my horror I notice that there is nothing to breathe in.

Absolutely nothing.

No oxygen. 

A wheezing escapes my throat and what I taste on my tongue is smoke. 

I try to sit up and look around. But I'm alone inside this room.

So I guess screaming for help won't...help.

Oh my god, I'm going to suffocate.

My throat is aching, it burns like it's been scratched open by rusty nails.