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46| Permission.

Author: Dream Shadow
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-16 13:09:23

Mia Yilmaz:

I sit at the dining table, patiently waiting for our special guest to appear. My hands roll into tight balls on my thighs, and my toes curl as a cool breeze brushes past me, creating a plague of goosebumps to appear along my cold flesh.

My gaze takes in my surroundings, and I know we are in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by large trees. I haven’t heard a car, dogs barking, or children screaming with laughter. The old wooden chair creaks as I shift my weight, anxiously waiting for what’s to come. My stomach rumbles, and as I wrap my arms around my waist, a female wearing a white dress with yellow sunflowers waltzes into the kitchen with a white bowl in her hands.

“Hello, my name is Yasamin.” She hums in a sweet voice that compels me to believe that I can trust her. “Eli tells me that you haven’t had breakfast yet, so I thought I’d come and feed you myself.” Her vibrant blue eyes sparkle as she sits down at the table across from me.

My eyes dart towards the kit
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