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~ A M E L I A ~ Every fibre of my body twinged and throbbed as I came back into consciousness. As my awareness drew to my heavy breathing, I realised how much it even hurt to breathe; it hurt to do anything. Where am I? I jolted to sit up as I gasped, trying not to wince at that aggressively pulsing movement. My eyes flashed open to scan my surroundings. I was… home, in my living room, on my sofa with a blanket over me. How did I get here? Throwing the blanket off my legs, I saw the harsh bruising around my ankles, a reminder of Adryan’s restrictive power over me, preventing me from running away from him. Scanning my body further, I saw more scrapes and bruises along my thighs, my waist and my arms. My throat felt dry and achy like I’d been screaming endlessly for days and days.