Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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My body may be a temple but I'm the god to whom it's devoted to. So don't tell me how I may decorate my altar •
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Blinking my eyes open im instantly greeted with pain, something that seems to be becoming a common occurrence. I winced as the throbbing in my temple increase, a dizziness that made me turn onto my side in an attempt to steady the world that was spinning.
My body felt like a feather, so light and airy like I could sink into oblivion effortlessly.
My mouth tastes like chemicals and my tongue was like sandpaper, my neck was stiff and my whole body was lethargic.
Groaning I roll over again onto my back, the sound of sheets ruffling under me made me shoot my eyes open. Sitting up, feeling dizzy and uncoordinated I saw a bed under me.
It wasn't anything special, a double bed with a wooden frame and white sheets, a comforter and two large pillows. Bringing my eyes up, I'm met with a bedroom. It was small, plain, but it was still a room. It had the bed, a side table, and a door which I assumed was the bathroom or maybe a closet.
"What the hell?" I whispered as I flipped back down on the bed, my arms no longer wishing to support me.
I felt nauseous, surely due to whatever the fuck the injected into me. I looked down to my hands and grimaced, it looked as if I had been digging a hole in dirt. It stained under my chipped nails and imprinted itself into the skin of my hands next to the blackened bruises on my forearms.
I was a fucking mess, I felt like a mess. Pain ,anger and frustration were creating a concoction so strong inside of me that I felt saliva pool in my mouth and the nausea strip me of every other thought. Quickly I pulled myself off the bed and transported myself quickly to the bathroom or what I hoped to be one, not wanting to vomit on the only bed I've seen since being taken.
Grateful to find that Its a bathroom, I run to the toilet. Throwing up everything I had in my stomach, I gripped the sides in an attempt to support myself, coughing and retching even when my stomach is empty.
I hated vomiting. When I was younger I drank till I threw up, but now throwing up was not something I would bring myself to.
"You know, you look like shit." I heard a voice from behind me, and I opened my eyes and sat back on my feet, brushing my sweaty hair from my face. I didn't need to look his was to know who it was, and I didn't reply as I flushed the toilet and stood up before washing my mouth out with crystal clear water from the tap.
"Oh come on." He baited, shoulder leaned casually against the door frame as he watched me, like despite his position and the situation we were in, he unlike the others didn't want my fear, but instead my friendship, thought I reminded myself of the nature of this place, the fact that he could very well be the person ordered to kill me.
And then I couldn't decide if what he was doing was worse.
"I'm sorry how am I supposed to look when I've been kidnapped by a bunch of trigger happy bastards with fists and the urge to drug me," I growl, feeling defensive. I couldn't forget that he was included in that group.
