Pain. I could no longer feel my legs. My face against the concrete had gone numb too, too many seconds ago to keep track of, but the most recent addition of my legs sparked some interest. Looking around, all I could see was grey and fog. Fog because it was so cold in here I could see my breath, grey because of all the concrete. Nothing to indicate time passing or if my captors would ever return to retrieve me. My entertainment was counting the seconds go by in my head, though I never got very far to keep any real sense of how long I'd been in here. I refused to let my mind wander to him. They could never learn of his existence. How I got into this predicament I don't really remember, only that it is my fault. I can't really remember, but I will try.
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Unknown Blood
AdventureCURRENTLY ON HOLD AS SETTINGS AND GENRE ALTERATIONS HAPPENING OFFLINE Anya likes to think she's brave. Jackob knows she is. Stripped of all family when the rebellion came, Anya holds hope that her and Jackob are not the sole survivors of their famil...
