I awoke in a dim room. The air was cold and musty. I lifted a shaking hand to my throbbing head, curling my fingers back when I felt the dried blood at my hairline. I attempted to sit up and was struck by a sharp pain in my back. A flurry of whispering startled me as I slowly got up, ignoring the hurt. It was hard to hear but I could tell it was the same two men who had brought me to this place. When I got to my feet I examined myself for other injuries. It appeared I was fairly unharmed, just my head and my back. I crept toward the voices, remaining as silent as possible until I was in ear-range.
"Well how long do we have to keep her here?" One of them asked, not sounding too please to be in my company.
"Yeah, we really don't have experience with anything like this. We can't take care of her." The other agreed.
"I'm not asking you to. All I'm asking is for you to keep her here, and keep her safe. I can handle the taking care part. I promise." A third voice spoke. A voice I knew. Patch's voice.
My heart hammered in my chest, my feet ached to run to him, but I stayed put. Something felt off. Why was he having civilized conversation with the men who had beat me and dragged me here? The same men he had fought on the hill? I started to back away until I hit a wall. I slid down on the ground, hugging my knees to my chest. What does this mean? Is Patch in alliance with the same men who want to hurt me? No. I couldn't think like that. Patch would never. Suddenly I was struck with the memory of my nightmares. Patch choking me. Burning me. My thoughts were jarred as I heard footsteps begin to approach where I sat on the floor. Vulnerable. I scurried to my feet despite the condition of my body and prepared to defend myself if need be. A light switched on and I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the new-found brightness. I took in the two unfamiliar men who stood before me. They were both tall, good looking, with pale blonde hair and striking green eyes. Their tan skin matched each others and I realized that they were twins. Patch stepped out from behind the brothers, and for just a second he wasn't Patch. Not my Patch. His eyes were cold and unforgiving, filled with hatred and pure evil. I blinked, gasping, but when I looked back it was gone. A look of concern had replaced the look of possession as Patch seemed himself again. He stepped forward, taking my hand, and I stood there unsure whether or not to let him.
"Nora are you alright?" he asked, sounding genuine.
"No, not really." I almost whispered, stepping back out of his grasp.
He sighed and shook his head, "I know this looks bad. But it's not what you think."
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