Lyra’s POV My head lolled forward. The room spined and my vision was becoming blurry. I shook my head to try and regain my focus, but it was no use. The door creaked open and one of Lucien’s lapdogs entered the room and changed the bag filled with my blood with an empty one. They have been doing this for the past few hours. Not sure how long I’ve been here, but it has felt like I’ve been stuck in this stupid room for days. As the man was changing the bag, I decided that I had to get out of here. With the last ounce of strength that I had left I managed to tilt the chair, and I fell to the floor knocking the bag of blood out of the man’s hand. It fell and burst open splattering me with blood. My wedding dress wasn’t white anymore; it was now covered in my own blood. “You fucking bitch!” The man spat out. My one hand was freed from the fall. This will show Lucien not to use old furniture. The man grabbed me by the hair and leaned in, his warm breath ghosted over my face. “You will
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