THE COUNT OF CRISTIANO

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My eyes begin to peek open a bit. The Sun is bright as I try to move my hand to block it. I feel like I am stuck as I can’t even move my own hands. I decided to just fully open my eyes and see that I am in a huge tree. I feel that I am back in my normal state. I feel and see the ropes that are binding me.  None of this feels right.  Looking around, I see a man. He looks to be a Peruvian man. He is probably in his thirties. He is dressed extremely proper. He is wearing a white button up and drinking tear. He almost feels like one of those British guys from Tarzan. I don’t see that Demon anywhere as I start to put two and two together. “Enjoy your slumber?” The man asked. “Let me out! I started shouting. “Let me the f**k out of here you creep!” “That is so un lady like. Should you not

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