Ambrosia
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"I can't move my arms. I can't move my legs." These were the first thoughts that flickered through my foggy mind as I opened my eyes, greeted by the oppressive darkness of an unfamiliar room. The air was cold and reeked of mildew, suggesting I was trapped in some sort of basement. Confusion washed over me as I wondered, where was my warm bed? My comforting room? My home? Panic surged as the realization hit me-I didn't have a basement in my house. My heart raced as I tried to assess my situation, but I was met with the harrowing truth: I was bound to a rough, unyielding chair. Sweat mingled with a sticky warmth on my brow. Blood? What had happened to me? In a desperate attempt to piece it all together, I struggled to recall the events leading up to this moment, but my mind betrayed me, offering only fragments-a seemingly ordinary day spent with friends and then... an unsettling black void. Had someone drugged me? Kellia is an average girl living an ordinary life, but after last night's terrifying events, nothing will ever be the same. Will she muster the courage to untangle the web of lies that ensnares her and uncover the truth of her identity? Two names. One girl. One past. This story will leave you speechless, breathless, and craving more.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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