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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. Startled I dropped the bloody knife and scooted away from it. What the hell happened to me? Looking around I noticed my bedroom- more like cage- blood was splattered on the walls, the floor, and on my clothes.

It was everywhere. A splitting pain shot through my head. It felt like someone stick in needles in my skull with a hammer. I gripped my head, hoping the pain would go away, but it only got worse as blurry images started swirling in my brain. each image blurrier then the next. After a minute or two they finally faded away.

Standing up I stumbled over something and fell. Looking down at what I fell over, it was a humans body. A silent squeal left my lips as I kicked away from it. What the hell happened?!

The sounds of footsteps and voices came from outside the door to the room I was in. Quickly grabbing a tight hold onto the knife I stood up and hid by the door so when it opened I wouldn't be seen.

That was my first mistake. The door was swung open fast to the point were it hit my stomach hard enough to bruise it as a group of men in all black stormed inside. I gasped in pain as the knife fell from my hands. "Take her." one of the men said.

I panicked as a black sack was draped over my head and felt someone muscular pick me up after something was painfully poked into the flesh of my neck.


"lights out Daisy, we'll protect you from now on."