EMMA
After literally throwing me off his body when the realization that I was the one finally hit him, he stood up and went to shut the window before coming to face me.
Escape plan ruined.
“What the hell are you doing, Half-blood!” he growled at me menacingly. I was getting used to it already. “Were you… trying to escape?” he continues with an elevated eyebrow.
I shook my head vehemently. If I could speak I would have told him I was going to the library. But what was this red room for anyway? I wondered turning around to feed my eyes.
A four poster bed with pillars stood at the middle of the room, different kind of whips where arranged in a glass closet glued to the wall. Long belts, restraining handcuffs police use to arrest criminals were lined in another section of the closet.
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