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Author: Betty__Kris
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FORTY

Three days.

It's been three days being in this dimly lit room. Right now, she felt suffocated. She must have passed out a lot because why was it difficult to remember how many times it was.

Why did she feel like she had been drugged?

Her head throbbed as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She did feel like she was having a hangover too. It was just so many feelings at once. The rumbling of her stomach reminded her of her fate. Was Alessandro coming to get her at all?

She was beginning to doubt the possibility and that only scared the hell out of her. She couldn't stay here even for a minute. There was every possibility that she could die a minute after.

Bile burned her throat.

Isabelle looked down, surveying her situation, which was when she realized that she was still in the same dress but it was extremely dirty. She felt all icky and itchy. She wasn't sure but she was going to plead for at least a bath.

Her knees were scraped. Her wrists and ankles were bound together with
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