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"𝑔ℴ𝒹, 𝒾'𝓂 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒹"
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She wakes up covered in blood. The ache spreading across her neck and shoulders appears the second she opens her eyes, but her vision is hazy, a cloud of poisoned tainted smoke wafting around her. She feels the slight breeze hit her skin, which only means that her clothes have been ripped with holes during any attempts to harm her. And then Ophelia remembers what had happened before her neck had been snapped. Her eyes glow a bright scarlet as she pushes herself to move despite the agony moving through her body, every breath she takes only ingesting more and more wolfsbane and vervain into her lungs.
But as soon as she lunges forward, she's abruptly pulled back. With anger flushing her cheeks, Ophelia glances down to find heavy-duty chains wrapped around her arms and legs, anchored to columns behind her. Her eyes are red, but not just with the colours of an Alpha or a vampire anymore. They're a blazing sunset of fury.
She can't help but cough, then hears a door open. She's in a small room, paint peeling off the walls and the floorboards barely holding themselves together. Malia is nowhere to be seen. Ophelia meets the eyes of a man that must be in his early twenties. No mask covers his face, and that fact worries her a little. Whoever has kidnapped them is comfortable enough about sharing their identity because they intend to kill them.
