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The Mansion {Maders Mansion}

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps gone. Soon I see a club in sight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. Next thing I know; i'm surrounded by darkness. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Imagine waking up in an abandoned Gothic castle in the middle of no where. With an immortal creap as your new 'mother' and over a hundred strangers as your new siblings. Where love is a crime, hope is a dream and rebelion is a death contract. A dark tunnel with no light whatsoever, would you survive?? Let's follow our protagonist into this breath taking journey and find out what could possibly be worst than this.

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Desmonds POV

How on earth could she ask me for that?? I haven't been able to get myself out of here in the past five years so how on earth would I pull saving her from this nut hole off!?..

"I'm... I'm sorry I can't do that. " I reply honestly and I watch her sniffle and nod.

"I.. I had a feeling you'd say that. "She replies. She's an emotional wreck right now.

It's high time we make it back to the mansion. It'd soon be time for breakfast and being absent from the dining hall is a punishable offence. I don't think Deborah can bear a fartellos beating upon her current state.

I pick up her shirt and I have no idea if to assist her with putting it on or if to just leave it to her. All my life, I've never seen a girl in pure pain. All the other girls I've seen in 'pain' were just acting to gain my attention nd pity.

But the pain Deborah is currently emitting is so strong it flows through me like discomforting cold breeze from a mountain top at winter.