Chapter sorta 4 Jack

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She brought her soft lips to meet mine, and I felt my confusion and panic drift away. All that mattered to me now was sarah. My eyes drifted shut as her lips moved against mine, nothing else in the world mattered. When sarah, pulled away, she smiled at me, before leaping forward. Pain erupted in my chest and I felt a warm liquid seeping through my shirt. I looked down to see a slit cut through my flesh, oozing blood from the parted tissue. I clamped my hands over the wound and looked up to sarah who I stood over me, still smiling. In her hand, she held a knife, dripping with my blood. I fell onto my back, with blood still pouring between my fingers, with every breath, fire filled my lungs giving me no release from the pain.
"You deserve this, this is what you made me feel. You left me to rot while you were off with one of your toys." Sarah stood over me with a look of disgust. Behind her, stood Jane. The pain stopped and sarah faded away, leaving me and Jane alone in the empty field.
"I was loved once." She said in her nauseatingly sweet voice "I loved Jeff and he loved me. But then he betrayed me." She glanced down at me to where I still lay on my back.
"The pain never goes away, it just changes to hate." I remained silent as she leaned down to me. " I can make it go away, no more pain or guilt or even love." She whispered near my face. "All you need to do is let me." Despite my shreds of logic and reason, I found myself nodding to Jane. I couldn't live with the pain, sarah hated me and I loved her.
"Good answer." Jane's smiling figure melted away with the rest of the mill, leaving me in empty darkness.
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As the dream faded away, I felt the cold concrete floor. My arms were bound in a straight jacket, so tight I could hardly move my fingertips. My legs were held together by a thick chain, leaving me to squirm around like a worm. I managed to pull myself into a sitting position, and took in my surroundings. I was in a cell, three sold walls and a bared door, light from the outside hallway seeped into the small room, illuminating it. Crawling to the bars, I looked down the hallway, a man in a dark uniform stood, a gun at his side; to the other side, the hallway ended in a wall. All I could do now was wait.

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