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My lungs felt scorched like red, glowing coals. It was the first realization I was alive. My breath was shallow from the searing pain. I groaned, but even my voice was hoarse and brittle.
“Finally.” Dagor said. “I hate waiting, especially if it’s for you. You don’t know how many times I could have snapped your neck; how many times I stood over you thinking how wonderful it’d be to smash your skull in.”
My eyes fluttered open. The subdued lighting made it easier to keep them open. My heart quickened at Dagor’s voice. I could hear the hatred in every word he uttered. I quickly recalled the events that seemed to have been only minutes ago, but I had no idea how long I had been unconscious.
I was lying on a sofa in a small room. I couldn’t tell if it was a living room or perhaps a studio
