Danny Musgrove noticed a faint humming noise joined by a cackling as he became more aware of his surroundings. The sound was reminiscent of his uncle's farm. The air around him was thick and humid; a droplet of sweat ran into his right eye causing him to squeeze it shut. He tried to lift his right arm to rub his eyes but it wouldn't move. Blinking a couple of times attempting to clear his sight, he realised his wrists were tied to whatever it was he was sitting on.
His heart began beating faster as wild thoughts ran through his head. Have I been kidnapped by some sick bastard who's got me tied up in his barn? He tried blinking again then squeezed his eyes shut and opened them wide. This time, he could just make out small groups of people around him and he could make out girls chattering. This was a good sign and he relaxed a little. His paedophile theory was wrong, thank God. He could now make out several bright lights shining towards ...
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