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Chapter 24

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Chapter 24

Pia


The moment I felt that I was regaining consciousness, my eyes were welcomed with the warm feeling of the sunlight. I scrunched my face as I squints my eyes open. It only took a few seconds for me to realize the unfamiliar surrounding of the place. However, despite all of that, I can't help but to appreciate the softness of the bed I'm in.


It took forever for me to fight the urge of going back to sleep again, so I helped myself up. I groaned when I felt my body ache triggered by the slightest move I made. "Ouch.."



"Are you feeling well?"



I turn back to see who's voice it belongs. It was unfamiliar and I as I look back, I saw a guy, his black hair almost reaching his eyes. "Excuse me? Who are you?" I asked, while I furrow my eyebrows.



I blinked abruptly when I noticed the violet marks on his face, his bleeding lips and other cuts around his arms. He looked like he was beaten up with several people all at once. Poor him.



He just let out a slight scoff and returned the question to me. "Who are you?" He asked, which made me much more confused than before.



"What do you mean? This is my room!" I insisted.



The guy narrowed his eyes at me and stood up. "This is room 419, dear." He mumbled.



Upon realization, I was frozen in my spot. Did I just slept inside a stranger's room? For the second time?! Before I could even think of my next move, he was now in front of me. I looked at him and there was rage in his eyes.



The next thing I knew, his hands were on my neck, pinning me down on the bed with full force, preventing me from breathing.



"You piece of shit! If it weren't for you, I would've escaped this place long time ago! I will fucking kill you!" He yelled in pure rage.



I couldn't do anything, my hands are still weak and trembling. His weight against my body was enough to make me panic. "P-please.. don't!"

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