I'm awaken by an extreme paralyzing pain. When I go to open my eyes, to see where I am, I realize I can barely open them.
I squeeze my eyes shut, in the attempt to calm myself down. I need to replay my last few moments, so I can remember how I got here. The only problem is, I can't remember.
I fight to open my eyes again, to learn my surroundings. For a moment I thought I lost my eyesight but I eventually noticed I'm just in a dark room. Everything on me hurts, it's like a fire burning within my veins. I try to move my body but I can't, I still do my best to turn my head. I see my arms are in chains, attached to a headboard. I looked down at my feet, to see they're in chains as well. They burn against my skin.
I feel something brush against my face. I struggle, but I eventually turn my head in that direction. When I do, I see a figure sitting on the bed staring at me. Apparently, him petting my hair, woke me up.
"I knew you would always come back to me Amelia." He says in a raspy voice. Who's Amelia? I can't remember much but I know that's not my name. I would ask but I don't think my voice works. I was serious when I said, I'm in paralyzing pain.
"I'm glad you woke up, because I'm not into necrophilia. But I would've gladly made an exception for you.
I feel my throat pain, as I attempt to scream. Nothing is heard but his laughter.
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Ari's Reverse Harlem
Werewolf*Hey guys this is my first time writing. All critiques are welcome! Please comment any suggestions so I can get better! Thanks for reading.* Ari has grown up sheltered. She didn't know that outside her pack there's unrest across America. Vampires ar...
