I Chapter Twenty Eight:The Mystery has an attitude and it can talk for days!
. I was trying to set myself free but all this chains that were binding me to this heart table would not let me move.
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My eyes fluttered open to a very blurry image. I could faintly make out a face hovering over me but could not begin to imagine who it could belong to. Squeezing my orbs back shut, I lifted, or at least attempted to lift my hand off the hard surface I was laying on but met resistance from stiff, cold metal confining both my arms.
That is when last night's events all replayed in my head and it dawned on me. I was screwed!
I forced my eyes open as soon as horrific scenarios began to fill my head, and as though I was in a never-ending nightmare, his face was right before me, a
