FLAVIA’S P.O.VPlop….. Plop…..Plop….A door opened.My head was hanging over, my hands bound by ropes laced with just a little bit of silver to keep me weak but not to the point of death.Ashton and Wendy wouldn't want me dead, now would they? How would they afford the new house they bought ? How would they eat the food they ate if not for me ?In my eyes, they were supposed to be worshiping me. I made them, I made them what they were at that point.A chuckle rumbled from my chest but instead of it pouring from my mouth, a fit of coughs exploded with blood pouring out.My body suddenly shook, shivering deep to the bone.I was cold, I was so cold.My head picked up, or tried to but instead, I lolled back with my back and neck aching in a way I never thought it would. I was not a stranger to pain, pain was my companion, it reminded me that I was still alive, that I was a living creature too.Instead of the chuckle that had roared so powerfully slipped out a few tears. I felt them roll
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