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Train of Thought 2I groaned as consciousness found me. I felt like I'd been run over by a train by how badly my body ached. The last thing I remembered was blood and someone screaming my name after my ex-boyfriend had unintentionally sliced me with his stupid knife. Slowly, I opened my eyes, looking around the room. My brow immediately furrowed in confusion. I wasn't in a hospital and I wasn't in Syko's apartment, so where the hell was I? I sat up, groaning again at the pain that tore through my body as I did, and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my eyes now scanning for my jeans as I realized I was only in my boxers.
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"Where do you think you're going?" a strange voice asked, causing my head to turn painfully fast in his direction. He was huge! Dressed in a dark suit with a black t-shirt underneath and dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, he looked like something out of a bad mafia movie.
"Home," I replied hoarsely. Damn, my throat hurt like hell. Syko did one helluva job on me last night.
Train of Thought 8I was there again, in that room of Syko's that I hated and feared so much. He had both of my arms and legs tied down this time with the heavy manacles he loved to use on me whenever someone made a move to steal me away. Only, I didn't belong to Syko anymore. I shouldn't be in this room. I should be safe and sound in River's house, with his strong arms holding me tightly. Oh, god, River. Would he understand that I didn't want this? Would he ever be able to forgive me?
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I could hear someone's voice calling to me, but I didn't recognize it as either my lover's or Syko's. A hand touched me and I swung my arm to hit the owner of it, finding that suddenly the manacles were gone. There was a grunt and a curse and the voice calling me more desperately now, all while another hand landed on my body. I tried to scream, yell for River, but my jaw wouldn't open. I swung blindly at the figure I couldn't see, who's hands I could feel on me. One of my arms felt heavy, even as I swatted at the unseen