Chapter Twelve

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Annabelle's PoV

It was dark.

The smell of damp and burnt flesh filled my nose as I took a sharp intake of air making me gag.

Where was I? The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on Jax's comfy sofa after refusing to let him sleep on it. He would have probably dangled off the end of it with how tall he is.

I went to move my arm to brush some hair out of my face but hissed in pain as they were held back by some form of silver chains. My heart started to pound in my chest and I frantically looked around to see if I could get my bearings but all I saw was damp stone walls and a concrete floor with what looked like fresh blood splattered all over it. My blood.

I couldn't help the little whimper that escaped my lips, what was happening to me?

"Ahh the princess is up" someone sneered at me.

My head snapped up at the voice and I squinted into the darkness, trying to find the face that the voice belonged to.

'"I was wondering when you were going to finally wake up, I have a little someone here that has been just dying to see you" the voice continued.

I frowned as I just about made out the outline of a body leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. Apart from that he was just a shadow, a faceless shadow with a sinister voice.

"She's awake" he shouted, making me jump at the sudden volume change. He smirked at my reaction before kicking himself off the wall and turned around to face the door. I still couldn't make out his face but what I did spot was a tattoo on the back of his neck, a tattoo of some kind of tribal knot that I had never seen before.

I frowned at it, following the twists and turns it took before he moved out the way and I came face to face with someone I never thought I'd see again. Someone I thought I had escaped when I ran away from that place.

"Damon". His name slipped out my lips with venom and I didn't know whether I wanted to scream in anger or terror at seeing him again.

He smirked at me, obviously happy that I recognised him, and started to make his way over to me. I shuffled away from him, ignoring the smell of burnt flesh as the chains rubbed against my skin, I had to get away from him.

"Hello little Annabelle" he sneered as he grabbed my chin forcefully and brought my face up to meet his. "I see you remember me then" he laughed.

I growled at him angrily and ripped my chin from his grasp.

"Oh little Annabelle, when are you going to learn to respect your superiors" he sighed, slapping me hard in the face.

I bit my lip so as not to make any noice, Damon always got a little thrill out of my screams.

"Now where shall I begin" he muttered, more to himself than to me I think. "Yes I think here is a wonderful place to start" he said as he got on his knees before me and produced a knife, not a huge one but it appeared to be very sharp. "I'm going to enjoy peeling the skin from your bones little Annabelle, you've had this coming since the day you ran away from me little girl".

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