You Are Mine
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The room was dark, the humid air was stagnant and hard to breath in. As I began to awaken, I felt a presence in the room. A rush of adrenaline flowed through my body and my senses were heightened. The ground was cold as i used my hands to rise, and as I did so a voice came from the darkness of the room. The person was straining to speak I could feel the dryness in my own throat as they said,"you're finally awake." Startled I hopped back a few paces, a sharp pain shot across my body as my back hit a wall. "Who are you? Where are we? What am I doing here?!" I shot back, with a tinge of anger in my voice. They drew closer and I couldn't back up anymore. Pure dread coursed through my veins stunning me. A cold, bone thin hand caressed the left side of my jaw and gripped my hair. I could feel myself trying to physically move, paralyzed by fear I couldn't even move my face away. The person, more viciously whispered my ear, as a pang of tears rolled down my cheek," You're mine".
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