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the wrong apartment, buddy.” She immediately reached behind her and gripped the cutting instrument.

She was mildly aware that someone else entered behind the yeti before her door closed but she couldn’t see because the beast’s frame was too large.

The beast didn’t respond. Instead, it smirked and lunged at her, moving too fast for how large it was, and grabbed her by the arm.

“Let go of me!”

Fear spiked within her but before she could pull out her weapon, she felt a sharp pain in her arm. A glance there showed a syringe sticking out.

Her body immediately lost all energy as she went limp in the yeti’s grasp.

“Whattt arrr yooo doooin tooo meee?”

The beast didn’t answer; instead, it grunted and headed toward her bedroom.

No.

She wished she could scream.

No!

There was a low, rumble of a laugh coming from behind the yeti.

Whoever it was, they were in charge and she dreaded to think of what they planned to do to her.

The next thing she knew, the world began to get blurry as her mind went dim, just before she was thrown on her bed, her body hitting the soft material before the yeti leaned over her.

No, not this.

Anything but this.

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Evren woke up with a deep inhale. Air rushed into her lungs as if she’d been underwater and starved of fresh breaths.

It was dark.

Mild confusion had her looking around to find that she couldn’t move much.

She was wrapped in something—something soft, but she was restricted nonetheless, as if there were bands securing the soft material around her body.

Her memory clicked suddenly.

She’d entered her apartment.

A thick boot.

She’d turned around. The yeti alien was there. He’d injected her with something. Thrown her on her bed.

A laugh.

A sinister laugh as the yeti had leaned over her.

And then...nothing.

Had he...a lump formed in her throat. Had he raped her?

Fear gripped her heart as her chest rose and fell with harsh breaths. Doing a mental check of her body, nothing seemed out of sorts.

Still, her panic was mounting.

Where was she?

The fear coursing through her veins kept her still as she listened for any sound. She doubted she was still in her apartment. Unless they’d tied her up and left her there.

She was still hyperventilating, unable to keep the panic from rising within her as she tried to listen for the intruders.

Had they left her alone?

It took a few moments for her to hear the low hum of an engine. She was in a car...no, not a car. She wasn’t on Earth anymore. She was in some sort of vessel.

A shuttle?

When she’d been cleaning them, she’d had to turn some on to ensure the vents were clean and the sound she was hearing now sounded exactly like when those shuttles’ engines had been left to idle.

If she was on a shuttle, where were they taking her?

Apart from the sound of the engine, she didn’t hear anything else. It was either that she was alone or whoever was close by her was keeping quiet.

Well, she had to take the chance to free herself.

Shifting, she began to struggle in her strange prison, trying to free herself from whatever bound her.

The material that was wrapped around her wouldn’t give and it was wound so tightly that she wasn’t sure how it was that she wasn’t suffocating.

As she struggled to free herself, she must have shifted her balance off wherever she was placed because the next thing she felt was the sensation of falling before she hit the floor.

The fall didn’t hurt, the material cushioned the brunt of the force, but she was still restrained.

She still couldn’t see a thing.

Whatever they’d wrapped her in was holding well.

Releasing a breath, panic still flooding through her, she tried to shuffle her arms at her side.

They’d wrapped her like how a mummy would be wrapped, her hands at her sides, the thick material wound around her, and try as she might, the material still wouldn’t budge. Not that she had any leeway within it. It was wound so tight she couldn’t even lift her arms, and her worm wiggle had only gotten her thrown on the floor; it hadn’t even torn the material.

She couldn’t see outside of this unnatural cocoon. She couldn’t feel around her surroundings.

She couldn’t even smell anything but the strange musty scent of the material itself.

The sensory deprivation was only adding to her panic.

A sound came from her right and she stiffened, hardly even breathing as she listened.

It sounded like the door of the shuttle opening. That meant they weren’t traveling yet. She was in a