Iggy Pop and Debbie Harry

“- go down,” I heard laughter.
“What?” My voice echoed off the steel walls as I sat bolt upright in my uncomfortable bed.
“- world go down,” that same voice. It was starting to sound louder, as if the owner of the voice was getting closer to me. A shiver ran down my spine.

“Where am I? What’s going on? Please tell me!” I was starting to panic as my chest seized up, and my breathing quickened.

“Shh, it’s ok,” a whisper wrapped around me and I instantly relaxed. I yawned.
“Please tell me who’s there,” I whispered.

“Not that I could, hoặc that I would-”
“- let...