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Napal barely caught the look in Virgo's eyes, but as a flicker of understanding registered on his face, there was nothing he could do. It was too late.
Everything around me happened in slow motion.
Without warning, there was a man suddenly standing behind Napal. The shiny barrel of a gun was against the back of Napal's head, and before he could even turn to look, the gun went off. The blast was loud, causing my ears to ring.
A flash exploded behind his ear, a surge of red bursts in my direction. Napal's body dropped, his head hitting the edge of the table against his temple as he went down hard, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
I could feel the warmth of his blood as it dripped down my face and arms. But I was trapped inside myself, unable to wipe the blood off. Fear crawled through my gut, clenching my heart, and gripping it tightly.
Holy shit! Holy shit! What the hell is going on?!?Voiceless screams destroyed my brain, staining my mind.
"Nowwe're even." Virgo's voice was light and playful as he let out a deep, evil chuckle. Lowering his face closer to mine, an evil smile seared his lips. His eyes moved around my face, brows softening. "Awe, look at you, he got you all dirty. What a dick." Tugging a yellow handkerchief from his back pocket, he licked the corner and wiped my face. "There, that's better." Jamming his hand under my arm, he tore me from my seat as if I weighed nothing and threw me over his shoulder. "Let's go get you settled in, there's a lot for you to learn my pet. A lot for you to learn."
And just like that my life was no longer my own.
Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I was is all stripped away as if it wasn't mine to begin with.
Living was about to become a privilege, not a right.
Chapter One
Aubrey
Four Months Later
Darkness.
Pain.
Sadness.
That was all I knew now. And I hated it. Death was a friendlier thought than the life that had been forced in my face and stuffed down my throat.
Death was a dream worth having, and a vision worth walking towards. Happiness was a fading memory that seemed so far in the past it ceased to exist all together. It was a long tale my brain would try to focus on, but the images were nothing but smoke.
I knew I was dreaming right then as my hands reached out, attempting to grab hold of that happy image; the one of my father as he smiled down at me, holding out his hand for me to take. But I knew it wasn't real. There's that feeling in my dream, you know what I'm talking about. That feeling where you fully understand that you're inside your own head and nothing around you is real.
