Part 3

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Part 3

It felt like a coconut was being hammered in my head. Opening my eyes felt like a chore, not to mention, my whole body felt as if it had been run over by an eighteen wheeler.

When I finally accomplished the task of opening my eyes, the first thing I noticed was my room. I was lying on my bed, in my room, in my apartment. The comforter was thrown over me, keeping me warm and comfortable.

I tried to get up, but my limbs felt like lead. I tried to move my arms but they refused to comply. After a few heavily struggling minutes, I gave up and slumped back on the mattress, instead, focusing on the details of my room.

My room looked like a teddy bear land. There were teddy bears of all different shapes and sizes placed in every corner of my room. There was not a single spot that didn't have a cute, stuffed teddy bear sitting on it. Maril said that my room gave her the creeps. Oh Maril, how much I missed her right now. I wish she was here. She always knew what to do in difficult situations, she was so smart.

The door of my bedroom opened and in walked the man who I thought I would never see again. And suddenly, everything hit me with the force of a tidal wave. Severon kidnapping me and Maril. Me running from Severon. Severon tackling me and drugging me, anger visible on his face. And now he was here, sauntering towards me, a victorious smile on his lips.

"Hello dragonfly, I didn't expect you to wake up so early, how do you feel?" Severon asked, placing a pack of something on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Go away. Don't you know not to come into someone's home without their permission?" I croaked.

"Oh, I don't need permission to come into someone's home, dragonfly," Severon stated.

His words only resulted in a major question exploding in my mind, like a mushroom. I tried to get up but my limbs wouldn't cooperate. Oh God, what was wrong with me. Panic bloomed in my stomach, making it difficult for me to breathe as I stared at the beautiful monster in front of me.

"H—How did you know wh—where I live?" I asked.

Severon gave me a dark chuckle. "You should get one thing straight." He bent lower until his lips were just a few centimeters from mine. "I know everything, sweetie. There is nothing in this world that I do not know," he stated.

"That's not true. There are a lot of things that you don't know," I said, feeling happy that my voice was back to normal.

"Oh really?" Severon arched an eyebrow. "Ask me anything and I'll give you the answer," he said.

I quickly begun racking my brain, trying to find something that Severon would not know. After two minutes, I knew what to ask him.

"What is my blood type?" I asked, feeling proud of coming up with a difficult question.

"That's easy, B negative," he answered with a smug smile.

My eyes widened at hearing his answer. "How did you know that?" I demanded to know.

Severon in response held out a syringe that was filled with crimson liquid. "Is—Is that my blood?" I asked aghast.

"Yes it is," he answered, before pocketing the syringe.

"Are you insane?! Why would you do that?" This man was one of those psycho scientists that were villians in horror movies.

"Let's just say, when I see something interesting, I tend to find out everything about it," he replied.

"You're disgusting. What are you gonna do with my blood? Are you a vampire?" I queried, trying in vain to get up.

Severon laughed for a couple of minutes before giving me a smile. "No, I'm most certainly not a vampire. I'm a doctor," he said.

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