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Thorns
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When Rose woke up in a padded cell, she knew she was in trouble. With secrets following her around her entire life, nothing had ever made sense. Secrets were coming to light. In order to survive what happens next, Rose will have to cling to her handsome savior, who might need her as much as she needs him. After all, even the most beautiful of flowers are surrounded by thorns. Excerpt: "Help! Help! Somebody, please help me," my horse voice echoes down the long, dimly lit passage. I know it's hopeless, but try again regardless, "Please!" Silence answered as it has for the past several hours. I shiver as the cool air touches my nearly bare body. My dress is practically shredded, revealing the thin fabric of my beige undergarments. Purple splotches, barely visible in the flickering light, color my skin. Reaching out, I press my forefinger into a particularly large bruise near the crease of my right arm. "Damit," I cry into the empty room as the sting radiates from the pressure. The pain, however, is welcomed. At least I know that I'm alive, and feeling something had to be better than nothing at all.
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I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.

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