Mon 12 May, 19:25

DAY ONE OF BEING KIDNAPPED BY KYLE AT NUMBER 23

I don’t know where I am.

It’s dark.

I’m tied to a chair with rope around my waist and ankles. My wrists are also tied together and are resting on my lap. I’m wearing a thin thong that is not mine. I have not eaten since Sunday. Kyle at Number 23 has turned off my location settings and deleted all of the apps on my phone. All except Substack so I can send you all updates of how I’m doing. Which is nice.

Kyle hasn’t told me why he’s kidnapped me, or why he’s been harassing me for the few weeks he’s lived in the village of Bramblewick.

All I know is I don’t know where I am. And it’s dark. And I’m tied to a chair by the - oh I’ve already told you all that.

Silly me! Hahahaha.

I really hope PC Meanly comes back from his holiday soon and tries to find me. I really need to tell him all about Kyle.