Torture

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Chase POV As I left Wilson behind, I headed back out into the garden, my eyes automatically heading towards the table where I had last seen Sage. She wasn't there. I felt a slight hint of panic as I searched the grounds, my feet automatically heading back towards the house, my feet pausing as I headed towards the stairs. "Did you see that drunken girl?" a man said in disgust as I stilled for a moment "walking up the stairs a minute ago? She clearly had too much drink" his voice dripped with revulsion "some people have no class at all." I doubted Sage would have drunk herself to excess and I found myself hurrying to the top of the stairs only to glance around in concern. There was no sign of her in the hallway. In the short amount of time I had been gone with Wilson, what had happened t

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