Amanda Addington has lived a sheltered existence while growing up in a sleepy little town in upstate New York. Because of her studious attitude at school, she has little time for boys. But even if she did find the time to date, it's difficult to mee...
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Bassel! Why did you break my heart? Amanda started to awaken from her deep slumber, as those words echoed in her brain. She had no idea what they meant, and yet they felt like they could have been her own thoughts.
Ow, my head. What's wrong with me, why do I feel so groggy? Her eyes began to flutter, as she did her best to force them open. As Amanda began to gain consciousness, she could feel that she had been lying flat on her back. The surface was hard as a rock and was not the most comfortable thing to be lying on.
She struggled to sit up, as she soon got a good look at what she was wearing. What the hell?
It was an elaborate gown with a white skirt, and a gold beaded sleeveless top. She was also wearing a white chiffon cape where the back of it almost went all the way down to the bottom of the dress. While the front of the shear cape was draped just below her bosom. And just like the bottom of the dress, it had a gold beaded trim all around it.
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"I see that you are finally awake." She heard a voice say. Amanda turned her head and looked at her uncle standing there with his arms folded, and a smirk upon his face. She could see the amorous lust in his eyes. The very thought of him taking advantage of her, while she was unconscious, made her sick to her stomach.
"Are you the one who changed my clothes?" she asked. "Right after you drugged me?"
"Who else would have, my dear." His answer was so nonchalant, as if it shouldn't bother her. Why was he being so smug about this? Did he not understand how terrified she was? The man that she once thought was her uncle, was eyeing her like a piece of meat. Could he not understand the hell that he was putting her through?
"Did you enjoy seeing me naked?" she asked.
He then started to laugh, however she failed to see the humor in any of this. "What's so damn funny?"
"Oh come now, my dear. I used to bathe you when you were a small child. Remember?" he replied. "It's not as though I have never seen you in a state of undress before. After all, I am your uncle."
"That's not what you told me right after you drugged me." Amanda spat. She had no idea what sick game he was playing, but all she wanted him to do was stop.
"Touché, my dear." He replied. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and the least I can do is answer them for you."
"Who are you?" she asked. "Are you a were-panther like Mark said?"
"No." he answered. "Perhaps I did keep the truth of my real identity away from you, but I was honest when I promised you that I wasn't a were-panther."
"Then who are you, and what happened to my real uncle?" She asked. "What did you do to him? Did you kill him?"
