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Her eyes fluttered open and her head rolled back. The strands of her dark hair fell out of her face and down the back of the chair. It's been awhile since she's gotten a haircut and her once shoulder length hair had grown an inch or two. A groan tried to form in her dry throat but it was barely noticeable to anyone that was in earshot. She scrunched up her face and tried to move her hands to rub her eyes but they were bound to the arms of the wooden chair she sat in. Her eyes shot open and she saw the rope wrapped tightly around her tender wrists and panic set in. She panted as she pulled at the ropes and she realized her feet were tied together as well. She let out a frustrated growl and it turned to frustrated tears quickly as she looked around. She was in some sort of abandoned ware
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