Note: Gory and slightly disturbing chapter ahead.
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"Darling, you're up," A voice said and Islinda blinked, dazed. Her vision was blurry and she could not recognize the face hovering over her. Nor was she acquainted with the owner of the voice. It sounded foreign to her ear, but she was not plunged with the need to run away. She strangely felt safe.
Islinda still pushed up from the… bed? She continued blinking until things came into focus and found herself in a strange room. Her brows furrowed together in a frown, what was going on here? Where was she? The last thing she remembered was trying to… huh? What was the last thing she remembered?
"Darling," The voice that had been talking all this while finally came into view and she stared at him with a puzzled expression. A shadow crossed the man's features as he somewhat sensed her confusion.
