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ENCEPHALOPATHY (n.) - any disease of the brain. 


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 Her eyes snapped up when she felt the blurriness of the drugs dazing off. The fabric over one side of her wedding dress was torn off, as a few layers of her dress from her waist down here missing. The locks of her dark grey hair were coming in her view indicating that her hair was completely ruined. She could feel the cold floor underneath her feet, which only meant she was even missing her high heels.

She began observing everything around herself, in need to escape before the whole thing could take the wrong turn.

The walls looked like they belonged to the rusty old house, as the ceiling was barely living up to its structure. There was the one large hole where the window was missing, as the outsides were filled with the view of thick trees. She wasn't even able to assume what part of the day it was, except that the numbness in her muscles was screaming at her for not stretching for too long.

Her gaze landed on the dark statue of a male just a few feet away from her. She narrowed her eyes trying to recognize him at all, as the familiar black dots were covering her irises. The silver that was holding onto the rusty chair was making her unable to regain some power from her Wolf – who was strangely silent the whole time.

''The Queen awakens.'' The husky, deep voice spoke. Her gaze cleared immediately when she saw the male was holding the very long needle.

If there was a thing that terrified her then it must have been the needles. She was ready to be cut, cooked, drowned, whipped, but needles were a whole other set of torturing. Her eyes were following the soft glimmer of the metallic nightmare as the male stepped toward her.

As soon as her gaze met his awful light eyes and crises around his mouth, she narrowed her eyebrows and growled warning him not to come even a step closer to her. ''Alaric, put that thing down.'' She ordered, wanting to frighten him.

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