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My mind quickly worked through the fog I felt after opening my eyes. Pitch dark surrounded me. I've been abducted from Donovan's house. I hope Willow will be fine.

Every time I drew a deep sigh, I didn't smell lavender in our room, but dirt around me.

I could feel the cold floor against my bare thighs. This isn't good. I should be back home.

Disappointment and sadness replaced fear when the door cracked open. "Ah! See, who's up?" Her excited tone startled me. She leaned against the door and kept looking at me with her dark smile. She's not good.

I blinked a few times against the light. My headache was a good distraction. I scanned the room. It was an empty and dull room, with no paint, and no decoration. Ghost room.

"Untie me." I glared at her, realizing that my hands and feet were tied.

She chuckled more, shaking her head. "Someone is eagerly waiting for you to wake up." She paced in the room in her pointed red heels. I