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"Do not test me on my birthday, Jacob," I said, keeping my eyebrow raised as if to dare him to continue. He huffed, muttering something about birthday's being a curse, and I leant down to help the other guy up, finally catchin...
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Anastasia's POV
I had been here for a few hours.
And I was already bored. And sore. But mostly bored.
After I woke up again, I realised my hands had been untied. I immediately clutched my necklace, thankful I had a little part of my family with me. I looked down at the pendant, ignoring the thud of pain that continued to upset my right shoulder.
The sapphire reminded me of my mothers eyes, causing tears to come to mine.
I would have been having tiramisu at the dinner. That was my fucking favourite. My mother had the recipe perfect from her great-grandmother, and it always brought warmth to my heart.
The door opened and I dropped my hand from my necklace, glaring at the intruder. Light filled the space behind her, giving me a faint outline of who the intruder was.
It was a girl not much older than I, her black hair glossy in the light still illuminating the space I was in. Her skin was a deep caramel and her eyes twinkled with kindness as she lowered herself to reach my eye level, gently placing a hand on my injured leg.
"I'm sorry this is happening. I'm all for power and peace, but abusing women is where I stop." She pulled a bandage from her bra, and slid some disinfectant from her pocket of the dress she was wearing. It was barely a dress, covering only her most intimate parts, and I had the feeling she had not chosen to wear it.
She moved behind me and gently pressed the disinfectant onto my shoulder, using some cloth to dab it.
"You're such a beautiful girl. I have no idea why my uncle is involving you. I wish this was under different circumstances, where we could become friends." She bandaged my shoulder, and moved back in front of me.
"I'm Carlotta by the way," she said sticking her hand out for me to shake. I grasped it and shook it. "Carlotta Borle."
She smiled and it got awkward for a second before we both laughed.
"Anastasia Heart, the pleasure is all mine," I said back, biting back a smile.
"Your name is gorgeous girl, it suits you!" she said beaming, and I couldn't help but feel safe with this girl here. She seemed to be a light in the endless darkness. The door opened again, with a man slipping in, quietly shutting the door behind him. He crept into the light, and I noticed the striking resemblance between him and Carlotta.
"Carlotta!" he hissed, turning her body to face him. "He's going to kill you if he finds you helping her!"
She turned back to me rolling her eyes.
"This fine man here is my big brother, Julian. Julian, meet Anastasia." He walked over to me, raising his hand in a slight wave. I waved back, wincing at the pain that shot through me.
