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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE: SICK FUCK

Penulis: Vivienne
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IRIS

I woke up surrounded by softness.

Yes. You heard that right. Softness.

Pillows under my head, velvet sheets brushing against my skin. A mattress that felt almost as comfortable as the one at home or even more, and for a second. Just one second, I’d thought that I was back home with Maverick.

I blinked my eyes open slowly as they tried to make sense of my surroundings. My head ached so fucking badly.

There was beautiful wallpaper splattered across the walls, along with paintings, and a chandelier somewhere above me.

Where the hell was I?

The last thing I remembered was Ryan…

I sat up quickly as a gasp tore from my throat.

Ryan had stuck a needle into my neck, and he had kidnapped me.

But why would he kidnap me and take me to a place that was the complete opposite of a prison?

It smelled like roses in here, and I nearly threw up because of the amount of pink that was in the room.

I kicked off the sheets and scrambled off the bed, staggering on steady legs. The rug beneath my feet w
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