The streets of London were covered in a whitish mist when Clarissa Matson was hurrying along the deserted road back home, her stilettos felt all the way home.
The stench of beer that emanated each time as she snorted from the cold made her nauseous.
This indicated how much she had been drinking at the end-of-year school party organized a few weeks earlier by her classmates of hers.
Clarissa had also wanted to go there having not received the consent of her parents, also for how she wanted to go dressed.
But in the end she had won and she went anyway, dressed as well as she wanted.
She had gone out with a black lace skirt, with Swarovski glitter that covered her not too short length, she came above her knee, a matte black top covered with a beige fur.
On her feet he wore black boots with a white stripe and stiletto heels, very elegant for a classmates party.
Her blond hair was pulled up in a bun that looked very elegant, her blue eyes were more noticeable than ever with the light make-up she had put on.
Clarissa was lovely.
That night she was very cold because it was the last days of winter, spring was coming but unfortunately she had nothing more to wear with her.
But fortunately the effect of the alcohol was felt and she wasn't so cold.
Clarissa stopped for a moment on a bench that she found there near where she had arrived until now and she lit a cigarette.
In the meantime she took out her phone an iPhone the latest model in circulation, her family was one of the richest in London.
The phone was antique pink, the cover covered with glitter always of that expensive brand that sparkled lazily under the yellow light of the street lamps.
When she turned it on she found several messages from her friends if she had come home and from her parents.
Ten missed calls from mom, five from dad.
As stressful as my parents are, I am about to go home. She thought.
She rang but there was no signal, she couldn't do anything, she tried to leave a message hoping she would arrive anyway.
Meanwhile, she put her mobile phone in her bright blue purse, and then walked back to the station.
As soon as she arrived she found it deserted.
Outside, she wasn't even that ugly in fact she had just been tidied up due to the strong wind that had been there a few days earlier.
The roof was a dark red and the grayish walls with graffiti painted quite pleasing to the eye.
It was surrounded by dense dark trees that frightened anyone who was there at night.
But at that moment there was not a living soul only the fog that covered the whole station, so she couldn't even ask someone to try to make a ring.
Clarissa was fed up and tired but she tried to go inside the station to get the return ticket.
Inside, the green chairs were always the same, all close together in a row of two, the counters where tickets could be made.
During the day it was much nicer all lit up and the conductors were very nice.
She went to the ticket machine, she didn't go.
She tried again one more time and still nothing.
Forget it, I won't find anyone at this time.
She went back outside and started to look at the timetables on the board, the next train was at 3:25 it was about twenty minutes away, in the meantime she lit another cigarette and she put on her pink headphones to listen to the music from her mobile phone. she.
She didn't listen to so much music, she usually read or found something else to do in order not to get bored; but since she didn't take even there she couldn't do anything.
Strange that she does not take however, usually here she always takes, something will have happened with the network. She exclaimed.
In the meantime, strange noises were heard from the railway station, she did not notice anything; a hooded boy approached her.
Clarissa turned but it was too late the boy had already put a black hood on his face, she was wriggling to let her hold while he was carrying her who knows where.
"What the fuck are you doing? Leave me alone!!"
She started screaming, but all in vain the boy didn't want to listen to him.
The boy loaded her into an all black car with tinted windows and without a license plate so that she would not be recognized while the other sat down in front of her; he started the engine and they left.
Clarissa was so scared and numb from alcohol she started crying, the boy took off his hood.
"Who are you?! Why are you doing this to me? My parents can give you all the money you want but leave me alone! "
"Shut up girl you can't understand."
She told the boy that she had taken the hood off his face.
After about half an hour that they were moving the car stopped, the guy behind the wheel got out of the car and opened the trunk, took a rope and then went back to the car.
"What are you going to do to me? Stay back! "
"Don't worry you won't feel anything."
With a little rope, the boy tied her hands and feet to make her stay still, while the other took a knife and made cuts on his wrists and feet.
Clarissa was crying and screaming in her pain without understanding what was happening to her and why.
Finally the other boy put the other piece of rope around his neck and squeezed.
Clarissa began to see everything black and then passed out.
The boys restarted the car and drove away, who knows where far away.
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