Beginnings

Beginnings

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Last published Sat, Feb 15, 2014

This is the first installment of the Lily West series. He walks to a door with the words 'conference room' written on them in sharp, black letters. He opens them to reveal a man and a woman sitting at a large table with many seats. As soon as the door opens they smile warmly at me. I look over at the man questioningly, he smiles and ushers me into the room. I no longer think of him as my kidnapper, i think of him more as my 'chauffeur'. I walk in and sit down in the chair across from the man and the woman. "Welcome, Tiara." Says the man. I nod, not wanting to speak in case I blurt out my true feelings. The feelings of curiosity, fright, and most of all, confusion. "We know you must be confused and you must have lots of questions-" I feel the urge to say, 'damn right I do!' But I hold my tongue, I think civility will go a long way with these people. "-and those questions will be answered." He pauses. "But first, let us introduce ourselves." Says the woman. Her voice is so rich it's like caramel. The woman is striking in appearance. She has medium length wavy chocolate brown hair, her face is very rounded and smooth, but it is her eyes that strike me the most, they are exactly like mine, a beautiful aqua colour that shines and sparkles as she speaks. Just like me...

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