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I did not want to get the party started, but this man apparently had other plans. He took the gag out of my mouth, convinced that no one would hear me scream from this room.

      "What did you do to me?" I tried to make it bold and determined, but instead, it came out as groggy and hoarse. The boy simply leered at me, like he'd won a prize.

"Why am I here?" I was hoping that he'd accidentally tell me something that I could use to escape or take him out without the use of my drugged body.

"In all honesty," the boy began, "This hardly has anything to do with you."

      "Get to the point," I sneered after the pause in the boy's deep voice.

      "I didn't come here for you. But you, of all people, should be enough for now. With you out of the way, it will be easier."

"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, trying to keep him talking. He'd already told me why he was doing this to me, a stupid move on his part. Or maybe he was playing mind games with me. I couldn't tell yet.

"Don't play stupid with me, Tesla. It doesn't suit you. You know that I am already aware of what you are." A telekinetic or an assassin? Neither were good.

"And what you're capable of," the boy added in a lower voice. What exactly did he want from me?

I made sure not to move my eyes from his shadowy face, but out of my peripheral vision, I could see a chair in the corner. I might not be able to move it with my body, but my mind was a different story...

"So, without further ado-"

My kidnapper's statement was cut off by me slamming the chair from the corner into his body. He was knocked to the floor with a grunt, but quickly gained his composure and threw me to the floor by his feet. My vision doubled.

"Ah, Delphinium Tesla, so beautiful, yet so dangerous," the boy spat, and I got the feeling it wasn't meant as a compliment.

"You got that damn right," I croaked, my words beginning to slur together. And with that, I brought down a glass lamp to crash into his head, creating a slash on the left side of his face that began bleeding instantly.

I was met with a slap to my face. I felt the sharp pain later than normal through my drugged and hazy state.

     "You bitch!" he exclaimed as he hit me, his hand going up to his freshly bleeding injury after the strike.

      "Are you alright?" I queried hoarsely, openly mocking him, though my words were garbled. "That looks like it hurts." As he touched his face gently, I frantically surveyed the room for anything else to hurl at the boy through heavy-lidded eyes. However, anything else that might have been in the room wasn't lit by the patch of light from outside, so I couldn't see.

      "You'll get what's coming to you, witch," the boy swore to me, displaying admirable stamina and getting shakily to his feet.

      I was dully aware of pain exploding across my face. He'd hit me again. "Not so strong now, are you?" His voice sounded like it would if we were underwater. I could feel the hotness of his reeking breath as he taunted me.

I spit on his face and took the opportunity to scream, though it wasn't nearly as loud as I hoped. It was more like a muted yelp. When the boy slapped his hand over my mouth, I bit down on his fingers as hard as I could. I could hear him suppressing a scream as his blood trickled disgustingly down my chin.