Delilah Samone

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I woke up feeling tired and drained out. I was in another room; more elegant than the last. The last room smelled of dead rats and rotting corpses.

This room was different. It smelled of clean linen and honeysuckle. The room had white paint soaked on the walls and laces of gokden designs danced across the ceiling.

I turned my attention to a tiny dancing figurine sitting on the large chestwood dresser. She was petite, indeed, but if she could walk or talk, Im pretty positive that she would have a big, bold, and beautiful personality.

I flipped over the side of the giant bed and instantly felt a sharp sting in my neck. I reached up to my neck and felt around, searching.

My fingers fell upon two tiny holes. I gasped and looked at my fingers. Blood. Dry, crusted blood. Sprinkling the tips of my fingers was chips of what used to be running, metallic smelling blood.

But where did-? Did he brainwash me? Why am I calling him 'he'? What's his name anyway? Eh, beats me....
I need to find a way out of here, but first, I need to clean this wound...
Lets be real: first I need to clean two deep, painful punctures in my neck.