-The Wedding- Pt 5
-Mary’s POV- My eyes fluttered open and the pain in the back of my head caused me to tear up. I was laying in a small and uncomfortable bed. I sat up with a dizzy feeling. As I looked around, I noticed that I was no longer in the packhouse. I was still in my wedding dress, but it was now stained with blood, my blood. I felt the back of my head and when I pulled my hand out, there was blood, but my wound was almost healed. I tried to stand, but before I knew it, there was someone standing in front of me. I jumped back and looked up into the most evil eyes I had ever seen. “Please let me go,” I whispered. He chuckled and pushed me back onto the bed. I started to tremble in fear. “Oh, my dear, you won’t be leaving this place.” “Why not? What have I done?” I was confused and scared. “You
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