Lia's pov I slowly came to, my mind foggy and my body feeling heavy. I tried to remember how I got there, but my memories were hazy. I recalled George waking me up in the morning, and then...and then something else. A needle was stabbed in my neck, then followed by a feeling of drowsiness washing over me. “George, what's going on?” I asked, but there was no response before my eyes finally welcomed the darkness. I groaned when I tried to open it. My eyes, the unending pain showing on my head. I tried to open up, and it was as though I was hit by a hammer. “What happened?” I asked, and there was almost no response, and the worst was yet to happen. I tried to move, but my body felt stiff and unresponsive. I looked down and saw that I was wrapped in robes, my arms and legs bound tightly. Panic set in as I realized I was a prisoner. But why was George doing this, was he this obsessed with suffering women until they died? Because I could feel life slowly slipping away from me.
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