Chapter 43 - Darling

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I wake up from my nap, dripping in sweat. "McGee." I hear his name slipping from my mouth. I was woken up by the most awful nightmare. McGee was taken and killed. Not only that but I was taken, too.

I slowly stand up, shivering as the cold air rushes through the cracked open door. I have a bit of a migraine and don't know why. I slide on my slippers and start to walk to the door when a hand grabs me from behind and covers my mouth. I try to scream but my sound is muffled by my intruders hand.

The man drags me, against all of my strength into the laundry room, there I feel something stick into my arm. I see a man in the corner of my eye holding a syringe. I feel myself getting weak and my vision getting hazy. I try to stay awake but the trance is to powerful.

"Ashton?" I faintly hear a familiar voice say, "Ashton? Are you alright?" I snap into reality and look around at a blurred room. Slowly a figure appears before me.

"McGee." I say. All at once, I break down. "What happened? How'd we get here?"

"I don't know. I'm just as confused as you are." He gives me a small hug.

"Good. You're awake." A shadow appears at the top of a staircase.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I scream.

"Don't scream, darling. You'll be alright." the voice laughs.

"Let me out of here now!" I feel a lash across my face. I put my hand up to my eye and feel the stickiness of blood.

"Don't you touch her!" McGee demands, stepping between me and our inductor. I watch in terror as he gets punched across the face. I feel helpless seeing his body lay lifeless on the ground. I shed a tear, which burns in my cut.

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