Happy Birthday

ANGELLE

What will happen to me?

That was the immediate question that came to my mind upon waking up. I didn't know where I was, except that I was tied up and wearing heavy clothing with a blindfold over my eyes. Who on earth could have done this to me?

"Are we going to skin her alive?" I heard a man's voice ask, the voice distorted by a voice changer.

You could easily tell, especially with clear hearing. The question chilled me. Skin me alive? Why me? I haven't done anything wrong!

I tried to struggle, but it only made them notice me. "She's awake," another voice said, this time a small voice like a chipmunk.

"What do you want from me?!" I shouted at them.

"We don't want anything from you. You just need to attend the important event in your life," the man replied, furrowing my brow.

"What are you talking about?"