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Several hours later, I awoke dazed in the head. A nauseating scent of perfume wafted through the air. As my sight cleared, I looked ahead at dismay as my captor stared into me with those lunatic eyes. Fitting for her anyway.
"Oh Ethan."
"For the thousandth time, my name is Gold" I spewed.
"Oh Ethan, if I knew you were gonna prepare an evening like this.. I would've put on some of my nicer clothes. I had these cute ones that I was dying to try out."
"Well.. you know me."
"Oh come now Ethan, take that silly frowny face and turn it upside down will you? Were going to have some fun tonight!"
I said "Great! Let's start by letting me go first, huh?"
"Nooo, (giggle) it's funny how you think that." She took a knife from behind her and held it close to my neck. "I mean a romantic evening with my all time favorite person in the whole world!" Not this shit again.. I thought I was safe from this crazy hoo-hah when I moved to Olivine. Must have tracked me the whole time. How does she keep finding me anyway? devils luck perhaps?
"I appreciate the gesture, but I really must be leaving now." I contorted. The knife now touching at my jugular, or Adams apple.. or whatever that shit was called. "You sure about that?" She hissed. The knife now slowly leaving my neck, Lyra gives me a wink, a wink only Hitler would think affectionate, and turns her back from me, searching her bag. Probably for more knives or something. Now this is when the Klinks in my head start turning.
I make my first escape attempt. I took the chair that I was sitting on and hurled it towards Lyra.
