As the evening grew closer, the darker it became. The silence that filled the forest created a slightly eerie feeling and it made me cautious. However it allowed me to think, which was something I did on a regular basis. I noticed that my vision was blurry from all that alcohol I consumed that night…or was it really something else? My mind was swimming with ideas of what might have happened that evening. Then it occurred to me- Why can't I remember it? Maybe I'm just-
…snap…
My head immediately whipped around to examine whoever might have caused that surprising noise.
I clutched onto a stick and pointed in the direction of the noise. "Who goes there?"
I listened attentively hoping the person will make the choice to expose themselves. No reply. Wait, I'm probably just hallucinating right? Ha, that's probably explaining why I don't feel 100% sober! I giggled to myself, gave a quick scan of the area around me, and continued my evening stroll among the forest grounds. Just as I was about to pick up my maroon satchel, I noticed the faint aroma of cologne that seemed to have came from behind me.
That smell… Why does it catch my attention on how familiar it is to me? I stiffened when I felt something cold and sharp being held up against my throat. My eyes widened when I was welcomed by the voice I wished to be taken away from my memory. He bent down to my ear and smirked as he spoke his words…
"Darling, running away from me again? This calls for a punishment."
Author's Note: Hahaha cliffhanger~ Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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