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The smell hit me. The smell of pain, torture, abuse, and fear. The cry of anguish came next and I shut my eyes to wallow in the grief of my decision. My head felt heavy as the awful memories invaded me. I tried to stop myself, but somehow my feet kept moving like they now had a mind of their own.
I looked back, hoping it wasn't too late to run back and escape from this hellhole but I got greeted by the awful sight of Derek and his warriors looking ready to capture me should I make a funny move.
At this point, I realized I was trapped. I had returned to my nightmare, and this time, there was no escape route for me. The Crimson pack house looked just as it used to, the awful deja Vu created a knot in my stomach.
My heart ached as I looked around, every corner unleashing a bitter m
