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65- Mark of the Beast

Author: Sheenzafar
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56
I shifted slowly, the weight of my body feeling heavy and unsteady, as if I had been lying still for an eternity. My muscles protested with every movement, and a sharp pain shot up from my neck as I tried to turn. My eyes fluttered open, squinting at the light streaming through the window. Everything felt hazy, as though my mind was still trying to make sense of what had happened.

Something was wrapped tightly around my neck, restricting my movements. My hands instinctively reached up, fingers brushing against soft bandages. A dull ache throbbed beneath them. The comforter was neatly tucked around me, almost too neat, as if someone had tidied it up moments before I awoke.

Cautiously, I sat up, my body stiff, careful not to jolt the wound that seemed to pulse with every breath I took. My mind was blank as I tried to piece together the fragmented memories of what had happened.

*What happened to me?*

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, standing on wobbly feet. The room seemed t
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