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Twelve: Panicked Heart
Amanda’s POV. “Damon, please,” I begged as he slammed the cell door shut. My words were slurred and jumbled up and I could barely keep my eyes open. Whatever he put in that drink was still in my system and clearly, I have no way of getting out until it was totally gone. Damon shot me a cold, unempathetic look, one that honestly chilled me to my very bones and walked off without saying a word, leaving me on the floor of a small dirty cell, cold and alone save for the two large males standing at the door. I felt tears pricked my eyes but I forced them to stay in. I couldn’t cry, not now. Even though the situation was hopeless and confusing, I couldn’t let my emotions get the better of me, I had to remain calm the way I always did in difficult situations. I forced my sobs down and inched
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