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A few inches and she found herher feet, she came up short Bound there too, da The dull ache in the back of her head ed or si at her back worried her Cool fingers touched her face, and she jerked away

“Shh It’s Clark, Vannah I need you to stay very still You’re bleeding pretty badly We need to get you help”

“W-Where am I?” The floor beneath her was cool and smelled of musk Basement?

“An abandoned warehouse they’ve set up shop in about twenty minutes out of the city”

“Did they drug me?” Woozy, she closed her eyes

“I’m not sure” His voice shook

“You’re frightening me, Clark”

“That shot you took to the back wasn’t just a bullet It was a shotgun shell”

No wonder I’m in so much pain “Fuck”

“Yeah”

“They’re co her aro lax, she closed her eyes and breathed evenly A door creaked open A sliver of light shone into the dark space

“She’s still out,” A heavily accented voice said

“We need to hurry She’s bleeding like a stuck pig If she dies before we co”

“Patience, we gonna get to it soon enough”

Their Cajun accent was too obvious It would’ve attention everywhere they went They must mask it the way they did their violent, perverted, nature These were the worst kinds of predators, wolves in sheep’s clothing