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CHAPTER 2
All they could hear was a ringing in their ears when they tried to wake themselves up.
When they were going to wake up they heard voices and decided to listen to what they had to say.
"Will, they could be a spy for all we know!" the irritating voice from earlier says.
"How would we know that? The blade brought them here, they must be trust worthy."
"I don't know Will.."
They thought it was about time they woke up. Trying to move their fingers only to be stopped by a band around their wrist. Groaning at the weight of the band, they finally opened their eyes.
Looking around they saw that they weren't at the place they were last time.
It was a stone room with small lanterns hanging from the walls giving a little source of light.
While looking around, strands of their white hair fell into their eyes. Reaching up to push it out of their eyes. Their hand was stopped. Looking down at what caused it to stop, they froze.
The people who lived here obviously didn't like them, due to the metal band around their wrist.
Sighing in frustration, they tugged at the metal one last time.
"fuck" they muttered to themselves.
"you know that's not going to work right?" a voice asks causing them to look up.
Leaning on the small passage was the man with a boar skull. They ignored the man and continued to tug at the metal band.
Feeling the band tighten around their wrist they shrieked in pain. Groaning they let their head fall back in the rock hard pillow.
Chuckling, the man spoke once more "I told you it wasn't going to work."
they looked back up to the man, glaring at him. Sighing, they decided to go back to sleep.
Ignoring the pain from the metal band, that was definitely going to leave a mark.
Laying back into the bed, closing their eye giving up trying to escape. For the time being.
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[An]
i was gonna make this longer but nahhh.
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Hayran Kurgu------- this description is related to the past of the main character in the book. it wont really make sense, until later on; if I continue this book. " come on sweetheart, in you go." the man says his blade still on my throat. I don't have much of...
