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No. 82

Penulis: Night Walker
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OLIVIA

I woke up, and for one beautiful, terrible moment, I didn’t know where I was.

Sunlight.

That was the first thing. Real, gentle morning sunlight, streaming through a large window, falling across my face. I blinked, my eyes adjusting.

I was in a bed. A real, soft queen-size bed with a cloud-like duvet and too many pillows. The room was… beautiful. Absurdly so. The walls were soft, creamy pink. There was a delicate vanity table with a carved mirror, a plush rug, bookshelves filled with colorful spines. It looked like a room for a princess in a fairy tale. A room for someone cherished.

Then it all came rushing back.

The blood. Lyra’s empty eyes. The cloth over my face. The concrete floor. The handsome man with green eyes and a smirk. Twenty million.

I was sold.

A choked sound escaped me. I sat bolt upright, the blankets falling away. I was no longer in the scratchy gown. I wore a simple, clean nightgown of soft cotton. Someone had dressed me while I was unconscious. The thought
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