Short Story: Identity

Just a nice little short story today, inspired by one of the classics. Enjoy. 
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Julie awoke, and the smell was the first thing she knew. Her nose was assaulted with the scent of blood and decay. Awareness of touch returned next, telling her she was bound to a chair, in a cold room.
She held her eyes shut, hoping as long as she didn’t see it, she could be convinced her other senses were lying....