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85: Sneaking for a touch
AVALON A beeping noise is the first thing I hear when my vision clears. It takes a small moment for me to realize I'm not in an underground murder house with the horrid color of pink all over the walls, but instead in a hospital. My body feels heavier than normal. I can barely lift a finger. My neck is frozen in a single spot on the headrest, Silas's face flashes before my eyes. Sending a bolt of fear spiralling up my spine. The sadistic menace could be anywhere, waiting to strike again. If I can't move then...then doesn't that mean I'm still with him? No, Ace rescued me. I recall his soothing rumble promising me that he'll get me out of that pink monstrosity. I just wish I could move. I hate this. Being paralyzed. It is slightly better than how I was when Silas strapped me to the cha
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