But before I could fully grasp the meaning behind Soren's words, the dinner ended on an awkward note.On the walk home, a dark mood hung over me.I couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with me.While I was lost in thought, someone grabbed me from behind and pressed a cloth over my nose and mouth.A sharp, acrid smell flooded my senses.By the time I realized it was wolfsbane, it was too late.My eyes closed, and I sank into unconsciousness.When I opened my eyes again, I was in an abandoned factory.It was pitch black. Not a soul in sight. The only sound was the scrape of a knife being sharpened, echoing through the cavernous space.I was trussed up on the floor, unable to move.That was when it hit me. I'd been kidnapped.The sharpening stopped abruptly.Footsteps drew closer.I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. The footsteps stopped right beside me.I could feel the malice radiating from the person standing over me.A voice came from above. "You wicked witch. Die!
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