Consciousness

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Grunting deeply in pain you slowly regain consciousness to find yourself bound to a chair, a trickle of blood runs down the side of your face reminding you of exactly what happened. The look of shear panic on your face is doubled when you look at your surroundings.

The cabin you find yourself in is made mostly of shining dark mahogany, polished to perfection and glistening. To your left side is a large bed with red and gold embroidered sheets framed by a bulky wood structure. To your right is more chairs. The large door is in front of you, if only you could shuffle over to it you could have a chance at escaping this overly lavish chamber.

Slowly you shuffle the bulky chair to the centre of the room, ever closer to the door. Averting your attention to the bindings on your wrists the voices outside the door growing louder go unnoticed until the heavy wooden door swings open and the clicking of heels against a floor draw closer. With a sharp intake of breath you await your fate, not wanting to look up at the figure entering the quarter. A pair of shiny black boots come into view where you're looking at the ground and stop.

"Good evening Miss (L/N)"

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