Lolly’s POV I woke up, drowsy and hurt. My head pounded with pain. My eyes struggled in the darkness to take in my environment. Touching my head, I felt blood running down the sides of my temples. Some of it was dried cake blood. At first, I had no idea where I was. But then, slowly, it came back to me. First, the smell. That musky, moldy scent was familiar. Then, the rough bed I was lying on, the small walls. I was back in the basement. Trying to move, I realized I had been chained. The chains clanked noisily. “Hey, hey, let me out! Let me out!” I started screaming. I can’t believe Lizzy kidnapped and forced me back here. The door sprang open immediately. The butler, Mark, came in carrying a tray of food and drink. He had been standing right outside the door. “Hello, Ms. Lolly, it’s good to see you again. Oh dear lord, look at your face,” he said, rushing to me. He dropped the tray on the floor next to me, switched on the dim single-bulb light, to examine me properly.
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