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I open my eyes, my eyelids heavy and light floods in, my head fills cloudy, like a messy hue of memories.
I look around and realise I am not at Clifford Manor but instead in a dimly lit room, my hands tied behind me and I am sat down on a chair, with an IV attached to my arm.
Slowly and surely memories come rushing back, I release a ragged breath and bite down hard on my lip which quivers viscously...
I furrow my eyebrows as I feel my heart thumping in my chest, the room reminds me of the basement, beads of sweat form round my forehead. I look down my shirt and see strokes of blood... but it is not mine, it's... Jonathan's...
I hold my breath, swallowing the mind consuming bulge in my throat and the sharp pain in my heart.
Shaking my head I push down the drowsiness and emotions, push away my anguish and focus on survival.
'Hello?' My voice echoes through the room 'Hello fuckers?!'
I tug at the ropes, but to no prevail. The robes rubbing against my skin, causing it to redden...
how long was i out?
'Hello?' I shout, louder this time.
I look around me and try to analyse any way I can get out, turning my head as far back as I can to see what is behind me.
'Clifford.' A cold familiar voice sneers, I turn to see Ryder Kingsley and a list of curse words run through my mind 'You've become a right little problem haven't you?'
'What do you want from me?'
A smirk spreads across his face as he aligns the cuffs of his suit.
'I want you to go, and you will, whether that's away from Heartsland or to Heaven or Hell, if you please.'
'What the fuck did you give me?!'
I watch as he carefully removes his blazer, placing it neatly on the table.
'Little Blair Clifford, you should know that girls of your new found status shouldn't curse.'
'Bite me.'
He traces my jaw with a finger 'Be careful what you wish for, it might just happen.'
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat, and glared at this sadistic excuse of a man.
'Anyways, it seems, that your unnecessary curiosity, has gotten to a point whereby it will potentially jeopardise my status.' He pulls out my bag from the corner of the room 'And do you know what we do with curious cats in Heartsland? That's right, we kill them!'
