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Y/N's P. O. V

Your eyes slowly flutter open revealing that you're in a room you don't recognize. Your neck aches as you slowly push yourself up on the large king-sized bed. You rub your eyes before looking around the room for any clue of where you are.

You observe the large space that makes up what looks like a regular bedroom. The modern interior design is decorated with white and blue furnishings and there's even a large vanity that portrays your messy appearance.

You try to get out of bed but the sounds of chains rattling make you jump. You look down to find that your ankle is chained. Of course, there's no way they'd let you roam around freely.

You quickly note that there are no visible windows in this room and the door has no inward handle. Wherever you are this place was prepped to keep someone locked in. You feel a sudden wave of nausea overtake you making you lurch forward before emptying the contents of your stomach.

"Crap, I guess I really shouldn't have eaten all that funnel cake." You mutter while chuckling lightly. Your eyes shift towards the door that you hear footsteps stop behind. You watch with furious eyes as the door slowly opens and an annoyingly familiar figure enters the room holding a tray.

Despite wanting nothing more than to see his brains decorate the wall, you dig your hands into the mattress under you and try to remain calm.

"Ah, are you awake little cutie?" You hear the patchwork curse ask you as he walks over to the bed

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"Ah, are you awake little cutie?" You hear the patchwork curse ask you as he walks over to the bed. You silently glare up at the curse who stops walking at the foot of the bed. He tilts his head as if he were confused as to why you wore such an expression. He glances over at the mess you made on the floor and sighs a bit.

"Hmm, maybe we shook you up a bit too much on the way here. I know we knocked you out but I don't remember cutting out your tongue. You can talk can't you?" The curse asks you as he places the tray down and picks up the glass of water. He walks around the bed before stopping directly in front of you.

"Here. You must be thirsty right?" he says as you continue to silently glare at him, this time raising one eyebrow curiously as he sighs deeply. He leans forward and presses the glass against your bottom lip, but you swiftly knock the glass out of his hand and watch as it goes flying across the room.

"I'm trying to be nice here. I am still a new curse though, I don't know much about how to appease a woman," the curse says while wiping off his arm as you let out a snort.

"Maybe try not kidnapping them, I hear that's all the rage with the ladies as of late." You say sarcastically as the curse smiles brightly. He seems to be in a talkative mood, perhaps you can get something out of him if you get him to talk enough.

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