~{DAMION'S POV}~
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I groaned slightly once I opened my eyes and a sharp pain shot at the back of my head, causing me to shut my eyes closed again as I tried to adjust to the pain.
"Oh look! He's awake," I heard Arleen's voice and it made me immediately look in her direction. I could see her due to the bright bulb hanging from the ceiling.
She tilted her head to the side and grinned like a child.
"What should we do to him, Arle?"
I blinked as I shifted my gaze to Clifford who sat opposite her.
Where was I?
I felt my body sway slightly, meaning we were in a moving….Van?
Looking down since I couldn't move, I found myself bound to a chair by thick robes. My eyes slightly widened as I slowly looked back at them in astonishment.
How did they do it?
It then occurred to me that Arleen had mentioned something about her flight.
But that wasn't it…she said something as well.
