------------------------>Lucia’s P.o.v
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The rain stopped the moment I was dragged outside. However, the temperature dropped extremely low.
I squirmed around and tried to loosen the vines but they were too strong and tight. The pain of tiny needles digging deeper inside my skin was a lot to take in and so I screamed.
"Why are you afraid and hating it?" asked the man.
But I was in no mood to go along with his tricks and questions this time.
"Why aren't you dead?" I don't know why I asked him that. Somehow I needed to confirm that he is the same person as he claims to be or not.
"Oh I assure you that I am dead, do you not see how the rain drops have slowed down? You are in my possession."
"What to do want from us? Why are you doing this to innocent peop
