A teenage girl by the name of Ayla Meadows is held against her will and experimented on by a crazed scientist. Although she manages to escape the horrors with the help of a sheriff and his group, she is forever haunted by the memories of her torture...
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"They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of grief is finite." - Cassandra Clare
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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄
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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍
Sometimes words are a feeble thing. They can never begin to describe the amount of confusion that is felt when awoken in an unknown place after an unknown period of time.
Ayla stares at the unfamiliar wooden roof above her. She has no recollection of where she is, or how she got there. A feeling of bewilderment spreads through her, and with an exceptional amount of speed, she sits herself up and looks around the room suspiciously. The last thing she remembers is being left to die after a woman in a white mask stabbed her.
Oh my God.
The stab wound.
Lifting her shirt up hastily, Ayla gasps when she sees that the wound on her abdomen has healed completely. Her mind whirs and she tries to convince herself that it was all a dream but the puckered, scarred skin where the knife embedded itself into her is clear evidence that it was indeed real. She has no memory of leaving the church or ending up in this place.
Standing up from the small bed she was laying in, Ayla moves her hand to her side in order to grab hold of one of her blades but quickly realises after a few seconds of grasping nothing but air that they are gone. Panic flits through her.
Someone took my knives.
What if she was still at the church but just in a different room? What if she had passed their 'test' and in a few minutes the white masks would walk into the room and force her into whatever cult they were a part of?
No.
Ayla wouldn't let that happen. She has to find a way out of here, and fast.
The girl creeps to the door of the room quietly, making sure to listen out for anyone else in the building. The hinges of the door creek slightly as she edges it open. Her head peaks around the side of the door as she surveys the building and it appears that she's in some sort of log cabin.
The place is small, from the looks of it. By her position at the door, Ayla can only see a small living room, a kitchen connected to it, and a closed door which she assumes is the bathroom. It seems that she had been staying in the only bedroom. The place is in surprisingly good condition - it even looks kind of homely, but Ayla knows good and well that looks can be deceiving, and she will not be tricked this time.
