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Before I could call the mean guy a jerk, he dragged me out of the dungeon. 

The light hit me. I groaned. Ugh, my eyes. I covered both my eyes with my free hand

I sighed. There was no point struggling now. Just be calm, Heather. You're gonna be fine. You'll get out of this hell hole soon.

Before I could adjust to the light, the jerk pushed me. So hard that I fell.

I fell on a carpet. A very comfy one too. Ooh, this was smooth..

Snap out of it!

I mentally slapped myself. I snapped my head towards the smirking jerk who now closed the door.

I took in my surroundings. It was a room. A pretty one. It had a fireplace, I loved it.

Stupid, I should be hating this.

It was quite big. The room consisted of a queen sized bed, a huge wardrobe and lamps on every corner of the room.

I was still on the carpet.

I got up and dusted myself. I probably look like Shit now.

What had I gotten myself into? Oh man. I should've never left home.

Now I was stuck in this hell hole. Damn.

I made my way towards the fireplace to warm myself.

I wonder whose room this was.

*click*

The door creaked open. Fear welled up in me. I grabbed the first thing I could get a hold of to protect myself ; a candlestick. 

Eh, I shrugged. Still useful.

"You think that's going to protect you?" He chuckled lowly, a smug look on his face which I gladly wanted to punch.

"Cole" I spat with utmost hatred.
"Why am I here? Who are you? Why did you put me in a fucking cell?" I growled.

He did not answer, just smirked and moved closer to the fireplace. To where I was standing.

I gulped, feeling scared but put on my brave face as he came closer.

"Stay away from me!" I shouted, pointing the candlestick towards him.

He only chuckled.

Asshole.

"Did you really think I'd let you go after what you saw in the alley, Heather Williams?" He turned his gaze on me, all traces of amusement gone.

"I did not see anything" I gritted through my teeth. We both knew I was lying. I'd always been a terrible liar.

"Either way, it's too late now, love" he smirked and then left the room leaving me gaping at the closed door.

What. The. Hell.

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